It's over.
funny feeling, I know right now, only not really, I think.
I always thought I belonged to the people who waste after school no longer thought of this time and look instead to the wild life.
Last week Friday was my Abigala.
While it was said again and again, but the feeling of "omg now is all over" was not still there. However, this was probably more like the exuberant atmosphere and the alcohol.
was the whole is more a big party. Pretty much the coolest I've ever experienced.
⇒ 
Well looked like the whole plane. Jacket dirty, shoes are black and gold instead of once, and why I've shared with an Andi Stehklo I do not know to this day.
But that is just it. My
stage managed a final trip to Holland to organize. What can imagine the amounts of each and it was then in effect
"binge drinking
" drug excesses
"Bitches
ha ha, no joke, so bad that all was not. There were a whole lot because people have a right made it, but I was extremely reasonable cronies in an apartment Accordingly, the whole was a bit quiet with us: D
the house with random bike Lady and the romantic garden
The five days went much too fast. I had hardly anything about it. And on the other hand, yet so much .. it makes me really sad.
In the time we managed to build a lot of bullshit.
ham course, we in our "Great House" ;-) exclusively male things done.
»Fast Food
» Beer
»porn
wonderful!
I realized how cool the stage it really is. And by that I mean the people with whom I had never to do something. It is so sad that I have noticed that until the very end (as it already was over eig). Looking back, I would
many have done differently. Much more contact with many more cool people. I think that would have been possible.
It was not such that I had isolated myself, on the contrary, I had the impression that I came up with very many people well clear, even if the contact is not ultra-now was intense.
real shame. Really. I wish I could have it all done something different.
But now it's over. I just hate the finality of that fact. Nothing will ever be the same. It sounds extremely
was unmanly, but I had to rush off yesterday at the thought a few tears. I do not know, but I could handle it easy and not even now can not.
And now I'm just once a week from outside the school and hope that my alarm clock rings on Monday that I shower in the bus boarding and again see the lounge before the first hour, all my buddies and comrades with whom I spent my last year.
But that's not even Sun
That's over now.
Junimond.
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