Hey.

*GASP* Adam on deviantArt? Is something wrong? Holy shit, it's the Apocalypse!

No. I was bored. And wanted to drop by. And now deviantArt looks rather odd. Yes.

Oh, you're just talking.

Yep. And guess what? School starts Thursday, and it's already Monday.

What?

School. Yeah, that. It's disgusting. This summer has gone by in the blink of an eye.

What???

Yes. School starts soon. Get over it. I'm going to go and die.

Kay, Peace.

Peace.

Our Miroslav Satan is better than your Marian Hossa! And $3.9 million cheaper, too!

Marian Hossa, your mother doesn't love you.

I find it funny that I always thought that the people who said they cried themselves to sleep at night sounded ridiculous. That is, until it happened to me.

Looking at all these pictures of the great years that have passed and reading all of your end-of-school journals, it honestly hit me the hardest yet that a lot of friendships I built (including two of my closest and one of which I don't see myself living without) hold a hollow meaning at the moment. And maybe it's just the heartbreak, but the sound of Frick closing the Emergency Exit sounds a hell of a lot worse than the bus's Emergency Exit.

What I would do to have you guys back and make it one school again is limitless. Sadly, so is love.



BTW, my emtion isn't triumph, my iPod is just a tard. It's actually heartbroken, as if you couldn't already tell.