I can still feel the imprint of your hand in mine.
Faded faces still in my memory,
last words stinging clear.
Motivation to keep on living, to see you another day.

Oh God, I have an inadequately amount of homework for socials. And I have two tests coming up within a weeks time, then the monday after this coming one I have another test, and that one is going to be worth 50% of my mark. I can't handle it. I wish I had my life together. I wish I was more organize.

I wish I was Ali.

Next year, I'm going to need to be organize to hold up a life. Cause' I'm going to have so many courses.

and so many outside the timetable course.
and Journalism is going to be one of those courses,
and that's going to take up a hell of a lot of time.
time that I'm not sure how I'm going to get back.
but hopefully it'll be worth it.
I really wished that I had a spare next year.
I kind of regret taking art this year,
cause' I could of taken a grade 11 course. -_-"

fucccccccck.
Oh well, I will have my life organize by then end of this year, I promise, I promise, I promise.