Immune to you...

I easily get immune to things. It's something I try to train myself to do. But get use to something isn't really a good idea. I not only get immune to things, I can get immune to feelings, people and places too. For now, it's the thought of leaving a place that really triggers that hole in my heart. It's not a big hole, just so you know, but it's deep enough. To tell you the truth, I really do want to get out of school. But the thought of never going back again is really awful. Even if I do go back again someday, it would be a whole other meaning. I won't be the one carrying my heavy school bags and walking down that long hall way to what seems like 6 hours of torture. I'll just be a visitor going through my old memories. The teachers who taught me won't be there anymore. Next year will be my last year at PGS. I won't say that these will be the best years of my life but these will be the years where I'd learned too much. I learned about friendship, about loyalty, about how to get out of being punish and most of all, I learned how to find myself and be me. It might sound really cocky but it's totally true. All those years of trying to survive one day at a time in this weird torture chamber really have thought me to trust myself. But I got to say that no more scary examinations does feel kinda good. I would miss waking up early and going to school. Some days anxious yet some days horrified by what's coming at you. Teachers trying to annoy the hell out of you by giving you loads of homework and friends who you can almost always count on. I mean, by then, it won't be like holidays where you anticipate to go back and see how your friends changed in that long 8 weeks. It would be anticipating to see how your friends have changed in these long 10 to 20 years. See the difference?? I know I'll live through it, but I don't anticipate it.