brakecrashburn

just realised that my mom kept all my pe shirts/skirts/shorts. and i just saw them when i opened up the cupboard to get out a plastic folder. for some strange reason, i felt like crying. this morning, while dragging my feet to the busstop, i happened to walk pass a pe lesson out on the field and i remembered how we used to have so much fun screaming and not adhering to the actual rules of the game. then we’d whip out a camera and take countless pictures. sweaty and late, we’d then proceed to our next lesson pretending to dread it when we knew we’d always be there for each other and no matter what lesson it was, it’d be fun. now it’s different; not one familiar face, no pe lessons, no inside jokes, …the list could go on but i’m just making myself dread tomorrow more. Oh God, please help me let go. (tomorrow is gonna be a long day- 9am-8pm.) i feel so out of place… like i don’t belong and i want so badly to leave this place. (“Oh You bring hope to the hopeless and light to those in the darkness”)