
The path ahead seems so bleak when you know everything is bound to be over.
Where you've came from, where you've started, where you've progressed and where you've ended.
I just cant believe the path that ive always taken is coming to an end soon.
Fulfilled, believed, soared, stumbled, faltered, perspired, conquered, anticipated and worked through all the nights and tears.
Past tense now, but yet it remains vague.
FYP submission down, its only left with model submission but im living school everyday, because i know that studio up there in level 6 will cease to be ours. We are leaving it with a state of accomplishment yet unbearable.
Leaving it to the success of the ones taking over, we know that the efforts will be carried on by them.
im going to miss everything in school. why is graduation this sad at all?