I'm gonna be an emo bitch, and rant all over this entry.

Yesterday was the first day of university, and it made me realise how much high school kicked ass. I miss everything about it: the teachers, the closeknit community of friends, the lunchtimes, the belltimes, the ease of finding your class, and always knowing that YOU ARE NOT LONER!
Thank god for Leslie during my first two 1hr breaks, or else I seriously would have collapsed. Japanese is my favourite subject at the moment, because I have my bitch Kelvin. Every other subject: full of fobs and normal looking asians in their little groups, wait, big groups. It's as if they all organised their timetables together, and enrolled into each others' lectures.
It's great how so many of the Fortians are at UNSW, but it's not the same. Even though probably half the grade is doing Commerce, I only coincidentally bumped into two people in ONE of my tutorials.
I miss getting on the train in the morning, with a bunch of people in our jerseys, looking dead as hell reading their notes or memorising essays, and then a whole bunch of people getting on at Strathfield. There was always so many people with you, so many people you knew, and now, I can't even find that one person in any lecture who I can say is my friend.
High school was and still is beautiful. I feel as though I didn't live it to the max though. Didn't take as many snapshots as I could have. I'm scared after a while I'll forget all the moments that were so memorable, that were so classic. With everyone so consumed in getting their readings done, sooner or later, whatever we all had in high school is going to just vanish.

And it's like, all those months that we worked on trying to find that feeling that tied us together in the first place is paying off after everything's over. Everything's coming back now, and I'm focusing on the good rather than the bad. Maybe I just need that someone to console in, and maybe at the moment, it would be real nice to have that someone I could just call when I'm feeling lonely.

And I should've known. Actually, I did know, but still gave you the benefit of the doubt. I'm happy to say you make up the smallest part of this little depression of mine, if not, you're not even part of it at all.