As senior year comes every hour closer to its end, I have found myself thinking about my present, my past, and my future more than ever. I keep going back to relive all that was special about my past, mourning the things long since dispersed. I wear my old Marilyn Manson shirts, read my old letters from friends that moved away and haven't written for years. I regret, I refuse, and I try and relive all that happened, but then, when I realize that it has been and gone, I move on. Then, I think of now, what is happening and how. I think in awe of all that I am accomplishing and how this school year has seemed to brought more than a final year. I look at new friends, at new realizations, and how I am happy at my current point with all the things I never thought I'd be given and with that, I move on. I think of my future. Four years from now will I still be heading to the same intersections I am now? Will I have changed everything I thought was me? Most likely, but I can still hope for my desires now. I could be miserable, I could be in joyous ecstacy, and when I realize it is all a mystery I move on. This year, at my final breaking moment, I have finally realized that life is all about moving on and the glories that it brings.

Yeah they come to snuff the rooster
Yeah here come the rooster, yeah
You know he ain't gonna die
No, no, no, you know he ain't gonna die
Alice In Chains