271

This is the starting of my greatest fear.

I'm all packed up, getting out of here.

But then you call and tell me not to go.

That I'm the one who put the rock n roll
In your life.

This is the starting of a brand new day.

Never liked this town much anyway.

I need this city like I need the rain.

I know that somewhere there's a north bound train.

Oh I'll

Make it without you

Make it without you

 Though my body's laying here

It's my mouth that must be lying now

-

Make it Without You

Andrew Belle

Kinda hit me that I'm graduating in 8 months.

...

 

That can't be. 

266 days till I burst from the long, dark tunnel that will have been high school.

270 days till I get to hold that coveted piece of paper in my hand.

270 days isn't what hit me hard this evening.

271 days till I say goodbye.

 ...

Hopefully it won't be for forever.

Hopefully I'll get to see everybody again, at some point.

Hopefully there will be plenty of visiting, and lunches, and parties.

Hopefully that these deep friendships that I've made last for a long, long time.

 /But there's a chance they don't/

I've been told a couple times, that I'll make the best friends of my life in college.

And that scares the living crap out of me.

In a sense, tonight began the starting of my greatest fear.

Cause I don't know what I'm going to do if goodbye, really is goodbye.

And all I've got is 271.