tuesdae// march 1st, 2011.
what’s left of foley field…
it just painstaking to see the remains of foley today.
there i had cherished many memories, although i’ve never graduated on the grass.
but it could mean symbolism…
not that i had horrible or rusted years during high school but a glimmer to move on. the laughter, the joy, the practices, fourth of july, all the fun but also difficult times where we had to run laps or the tension performing in front of the audience.
high school isn’t forever, and i feel like i’m stuck or still in that transitioning phase. i thought i’d be over it by now - move on to college life… i cut my hair, did alot of things so i could start off fresh into these young adult years but a part of me wails, a part of my heart is broken… even though i never gave it away…
i just wish my some best friends from high school were there to support me, most of them do and i’m blessed that they do care! but there’s a certain few,.. i feel like they don’t care about me anymore.. i didn’t even get a chance to see them at the annual christmas party… i was looking forward to that…
i understand we all move on, we have jobs, are in relationships, etc and i totally respect that… sometimes a text hello would be nice… sometimes i’m just tired of trying being assertive…
i miss them… and i miss foley…



