13 days, 13 pages left to write.

You know...its 13 more days of high school left actually. I hated it for the first four years ...then I realized just a little bit ago. This was a chapter in my life about to seal itself from me for one final time....and I wasnt pleased with it...so i quickly turned around and looked at my past and fell in I love with it, I thanked Allah soo much, I can just sit there and cry out of gratefullness to what I have, its so sweet the life we have had no matter how bitter it once was or is...So, its kind of touching that I am finally leaving. everytime I leave school I remember one day I wont be young I will be the old, behind the cubicles and desks..those days of switching positions are coming soon.

I realize the good and especially the bad, I am grateful for. Not angry or indifferent. Rather grateful and reminiscent. All to glad it happened. No regret. I had that time, so Thank you Allah. I have not said it enough.

Sometimes, I think I am more in a rush to grow older, than grow since wisdom is affiliated with age. But we can defy that. Life happens fast, its up to us to slow it down--one of the senior quotes in the Yearbook. I can I dont need to hurry, no matter how bad some may want me to catch up. Its bliss I feel. And in no way do I want this, all this....to be glossed over. 13 days before the ink forever dries on these pages of my life. All I can do is fall in love with time, and plead to slow down...