Monday, August 1, 2011
Maybe all high school ever was was a building we were forced to be in day after day. The only reason we talked then was to make our days a bit more bearable. Because after graduation we all went our separate ways. We don't talk and even if we did it wouldn't be the same. It'd be that dreaded "how are you" over and over again. No closeness, no bond, no proof that we ever were friends except for a few pictures. But that's how it works I guess. We're all just strangers who cross paths at one point or another. Well, I want you to know that it was nice to know you, stranger. Until next time.