A breeze... [+1]
...take away the words.
Today I started the high school. Yes, new year. I'll try to do my best. I'm going to be strong. 'Stay strong.'
New class, new teachers, new classmates, new timetable, new faces, and not so new... CHANGES.
People who do not recognize it, and people still the same idiot forever. Different people. Indifferent people. People who are here and are not the same. People who are there, so far, but shows you they are worth.
I'm tired of people here. I miss a lot people who are far, separated of me by distance. I suppose I'll see them soon. I hope.
Okay, so, new course. New everything. I'll be strong.