The countdown to the rest of our lives began today.

An homage to my official last 'first' day of highschool. It's wrapped, done. We got our senior sweaters before leaving school today and they are very reminicent of throwback 50s pink ladies sweaters, only powder blue with pink writing. I feel a wierd and deranged void in the pit of my stomach today. I feel like something is missing, a big something. I'm nervous and on edge. Thank God I'm single because if I'm this much of a wreck single you can bet a relationship would mug me of every last ounce of sanity I have left. One last food for thought, I may be anti romance but even the most cyinical of bitches should be allowed some happiness for a second or so, right?