unrestrain-ed:

I love thunder storms. They remind humanity that we are indeed very small in the grand scheme of things…

Bittersweet. 

That is how everyone describes the ending of high school. Pleasant but including or marked by elements of suffering or regret. Bittersweet. I never really understood it up until now. I always saw the sweet but never the bitter. But like they always say, you never truly appreciate what you have until it is gone. Now I understand. Bittersweet. While I do not want to continue going to school I don’t want it to all end either. It is scary how everything goes by so fast. And I feel like everyone is always waiting for something and never enjoying what they have. It is scary that 18 years of my life have gone by. 18 winters, 18 summers, 18 birthdays, 18 years of friends and memories. And life just seems to be getting faster. I see the sweet in that I have summer again, there is no homework, no stress, and college is coming! But I see the bitter in that I have unmended friendships, words unsaid, and people I wish I could have gotten to know. Bittersweet. It makes sense now.