I cannot handle this. Yearbooks finally came in today and it only made me realize I’m going to have to say goodbye to them all in a week. One week left to make some memories. I am going to cry. Holy mother. I am going to cry so terribly hard when I give my goodbye/farewell speeches.
accidentally killing a pokemon you’re trying to catch in a battle
boys are just so cute and nice I wanna hold their hands then stab them in their dumb fucking piece of shit faces
They finally announced it. I fear for next year but I’m exited at the same time. Oh lord. What will I do without my co-editor next year? Holy mother of lantis. Panic is rushing and I don’t know why.
How can I say I know how you feel when it has never happened to me? I may want to empathize but I lack credibility to do so. I am just…so…