Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Hey, all. It's Zia here. Just thought I'd give my evaluation of the last year. And I'm not going to lie, it has been rough. I'm in my senior year of high school. That in itself is crazy. I am a section leader, a soloist, and example in the marching band. I am the Tri-M president of my school. And yet, something is still missing. I feel I have been missing my purpose, straying from my path. My work comes slowly lately. And I feel alone. Ripped apart, and ever so lonely for romantic companionship. I miss him. I miss him more than he knows. Other than the loneliness, I have been good. Alive. Well. Happy. Let us define hurt and defy it for another year, shall we?