Holy fuck time slow the fuck down

OK.ok.
Alright.
I'mma do this instead of studying.

I remember graduating from junior school to senior school. That seemed scary - but this is seriously twice as scary. It's scary because I've made a home here, in , I've met some amazing people throughout the years and I had some wonderful friends and had great teachers, and leaving all of this behind is hard. It' hard because leaving a home is hard. A home is where you learn and where you grow; a home is where you have your fondest memories and where you have those you care for.
And having a home means so much when you're first arrive to a foregin country. It gives you the sense of belonging and of comfort, and that's what Is has been for me. It's been a constant place in my life, it's been a place that's even better then a home because i
fuck i cant do this

Changes

the worlds my oyster.
id like to thank one friends thats alwyas been there and id like to slap myself for bottling shit inside like a goddamn camel. ill miss everything but im so ready and just sad but happy but waaaaah

if i die young
let my memories live
if i die young
i want to remember all those moments you were there
i wanna die remembering every memory i own
knowing every second i lived worth knowin for
if i die young
the pain will go away
my heart wil stay the same, loving and carin each person i know
its hard to believe but true hatred doesnt exist
my souls on fire and my llife doesnt exist it isnt real it isnt there
i hope i live to see another day
i thank each person even if they werent there for me
i thank them because they gave a part of themselves to me