In two days time I leave the place that quiet literally changed my life. I may hate my sixth form and can’t wait to leave it. At the same time leaving will be the hardest thing. It will mean the end of it all. The end of that journey. If I hadn’t of gone there I would never of met you, if I had never of met you I would never have experienced what it felt like to be loved, to be special, to be important, to love unconditionally, and most importantly I would never have dealt with him, I probably wouldn’t be here today. By meeting you, I also met some amazing people, and had the best times of my life with them, dancing to the tootes, chilling in the hand tree in the forest, having lots of beers and lots of spliffs. Meeting you guys changed my life, changed me for the better and showed me what I could be. None of that would of happened if I had dropped out the day before like I nearly did. And for that I will always be thankful. But on Friday, I leave. I leave behind the incredible memories there and sure most of you have already moved on and I know they say one door closes and another one opens, but leaving really does mean the end. The end scares me. I don’t want the end yet. But I know for sure, I will never forget that place because I will never forget the people I met and grew to love, especially you. Because I will always owe my life and the person I have become to you. So thank you, you shitty sixth form for introducing me to the best people in the world. And I will be sad to go, and leave that little world of memories behind. Because I love them all. They really were the happiest days of my life.
Addiction is tricky. For example: a man who quit smoking for 11 years spent 15 seconds in an elevator with a man smoking a cigarette. He gave in.
What I’m trying to say is I think I love you again.
Having a hard day today. Nothing is easy on days like today. But I won’t let every day be like this and that’s how I get these days :)