To You,

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To you,

High school. Some call it hell, others just say school. I understand everyone calls it hell but it never mattered all that much, you'd get out of it after four years. Crowded halls are the same for everyone; a stampede of students. Classes are just filled with people who are required to be there. Everyone is just hoping not to lose it before the end. This is the reality. Cliques do exist, however not as stereotypical as Mean Girls and obviously not as friendly as High School Musical. This is the reality of high school, the people here aren't as different as they perceive to be, I would know.

Before you continue reading just know, I don't want you to feel the need to figure me out or something. There's nothing to figure out, I'm nobody but a wall to vent to. My life is uneventful and full of observing. I'm saying this to not feel pressured, I don't want to be the one to burden you with the task of understanding me. It's not a big deal if you don't.

I just wanted to feel as if someone like you exists. You were the only one who cared enough to talk to me. The only one kind enough to try to get me to say more than two words. The only one who cared enough to keep me around, I know that by the time I give you this, you won't know where I am until the end. If you skip it all, if you ignore it, or if you read it before I leave just know that nonetheless, I wanted to say thank you.

There's just some things in life, I need to get off my chest and doing this, I feel like I could have someone to tell. I know it's not the same as telling you in person but, to me, this means a hell of a lot more.