School started already.
I'm in 3/4.
I think I hate the place.
I miss my dear 2/5.
All the crap we did together.

I wonder.

When all's said and done,
we're all graduating.
Will we still?
Remember each other?
Our exploits?
Our stories?
Our jokes?
Our fun?

I wonder.

Okay.
Half of 3/4, I'm not close to.
The other half
are from China.
Wow.
Just,
wow.

Everyone else.
I wonder how they're doing.
I miss them.

...

I miss her.

Sorry ah. My life not very interesting. And I think Skye's randomness is slowly rubbing onto me. Ching Chong? Yes.

There's a light that never goes out.