Melancholy. That’s my mood. I usually feel slightly depressed after a book, no matter if it’s a sad one or not. Just the feeling that it’s over and that I have to get back to reality puts me into a strange disposition. I get on facebook to tell my cousin how good the book she recommended to me was, only to find out from a close friend that she just broke up with her boyfriend and ended up crying in his arms the entire night. So after finishing my wonderful book and hearing about this news, I just feel kinda…empty. Life is just a crazy crazy spectacular, yet traumatizing thing. Me and my boyfriend are doing just fine and dandy, yet I know that this time next year I won’t be able to hear the question, “besito?” ever again. I know I don’t want to spend my life with this person, but it makes me sad to know that he’s only one memory in the bundle that I’m creating. And it’s not only him…I probably won’t see any of the people that I’ve gotten to know over the past 2 years ever again after this summer. Maybe Sandra, if she decides to go to UF also, but maybe not. It makes me sad to think that after how far I’ve gotten in the past 2 years, it will just be diminished as soon as I enter those brick buildings next August. It tires me to think that I have to start all over again soon. Tomorrow is my last first day of “high school”.
2 years ago