Playing this adult thing is weird. I have a class ring of my own.
It's a terrifying thought to realize that at any time these upcoming years I could be wearing a fancier, more expensive ring on my left hand claiming me for time and all eternity. It freaks me out enough to not think about it too much.
It's t-blank days till graduation and there's still so much to do. I've got a whole bucket list of dreams to accomplish and a rather short list of boys to kiss. Choir tour. DECA competitions. Scholarships. The works.
This adult game needs to take a break.
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