Well that's it. School is over. Last year came and went and it seemed so fast. Never mind the exams and such. Secondary school is over and I... don't really care actually.

It was weird. At the assembly yesterday, afterwards, everyone was crying and hugging and there's me standing there dry eyed. I don't know, it felt weird. I feel weird. Maybe the concept of NO MORE SCHOOL is yet to tap me on the shoulder and kick me in the shins. I still feel weird though, like I'm supposed to be sad and cry and feel nostalgic about the supposed best years of my life.

But they weren't. I didn't like high school. The friends were great but the lessons sucked. The best years of my life are still to come. When I great rich and make art all day and live in a castle. School was stupid. I never got into the party circuit and getting smashed every weekend just doesn't appeal to me as it does some people. I don't have my license yet, not old enough to actually get into anywhere decent and well, I was never part of the cool crowd. I didn't like the cool crowd, the conversations they've had were stupid and I'm weird and proud of it so I'll doubt I would fit in. Not that that worries me.

And I'm not sure I'm gonna miss my year that much. I didn't get to really know alot of them. I mean, I knew who they were and I could hold a conversation with them but I hardly saw them out of school. But I have my friends. Close friends. They understand me. Everyone else is confused by me or think I'm superior apparently. But I intend on staying in touch with my friends, they're are my friends so I can't miss them because I'll still see them.

So I feel weird. Because I didn't cry and nothing's changed except I don't go to school anymore and more than likely that fact has yet to hit me. But I don't care and I don't know why.