Sam, I cannot wait to get out of here. I used to thrive on new experiences, "firsts", but now I am some zombie on this conveyor belt of high school, this assembly line of living. Just walking through the all too familiar halls of Miramonte, who have given me so much, all of it taken away by time, and have now nothing more to offer...
I miss things, but I'm through dwelling on a past that I can never return to. I want to get a move on.
love always,
Sam.
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