i lay on a park bench as the fire dies; my body is cold.
its moments like these that cant be taken from me. quiet time, night skies, stars: i can never lose these things.
i finished grade eleven and im unsure how i feel about going into grade 12. ive been feeling ill prepared since i got into highschool, and hopefully that doesnt carry on till adulthood.
i shouldnt spoil these moments by thinking of others, defining my own happiness by the judgement of others.
i am relaxed, maybe not happy, but i am feeling good.