Golden

GOLD is the new SILVER. I'm moving on from my old journal. God knows whose hands have gotten hold of it. I don't want to know, personally. Ignorance is your new best friend. I'd rather forget and not slow down. Leave it at that. I don't want to know people are looking at me weirdly in the hallways because they've raided my journal. I'd rather just ignore everything that happened happened two Fridays ago. I probably wouldn't remember anyway; I didn't take note. Ask someone else, preferably that thief-bitch who still wouldn't unveil herself.

(No, really, it's maddening.) Today's the last day I'm spending with a window seat in the classroom. It's worth a tear or two. The window has been good to me for around three hundred ninety-two days. God, those days were weirdly awesome in comparison to the present. Now it's time to move on to some windowless seat, where I'm in the middle of two humans, one of which is the Decaydance girl. That weird D-word isn't a derogatory term, just so you know. Think Hey Monday. Think Cobra Starship. I'll just try to cope without that freakin' useful ledge on my left.

I'm enabling the comments, though I've got no use for it. MICAH does, I guess, and I'm not sure why. I'm inserting a side confession in this paragraph. I'm not quite trusting myself enough to write anybody's real name in my journal. I'm journal-writing with an audience, unlike how I used to. It feels rusty. Swallow these useless information while they're still up. I don't know if it shows but all my blog entries as of late are just empty. Help me pick up some thoughts?