I just realised today how much I'm gonna miss you PLCians. Seriously, I am really going to miss you guys! To be absolutely truthful here (sorry if I damage any egos), I actually wanted to go to Melbourne after a while. When I first heard that I was gonna transfer I went ballistic. Totally. Completely. Ballistic. But that's a thing of the past. A few days before school ended, I was looking forward to going to this new PLC. And now, 2 months from Speech Night, the 24th of January 2007, I want to go back to the PLC in Perth!!!! OMG, I REALLY WANT TO GO BACK!!!! *breaks down in a flood of tears T.T * Okay, maybe I'm not drowning in tears of sorrow, but I get this hollow feeling near my heart, a physical feeling. I can feel this ache, (no, I don't have heartburn) this tangible burn whenever I look at the Boarder's photo, whenever I look at my white shirt with words scribbled all over it by my Year 7/8 and 9 friends, whenever I see an entry on my tagboard from Maddi, even when I see the word 'Pinky' on something in the stores. I think it's called Regret. Or Loneliness. Or Doubt. Or Anxiety. Or Sorrow. Or maybe it's just as simple as missing a loved one, or in this case, loved ones. I'm very sure that some people found me supremely irritating, bossy, condescending, or just plain weird. Some of those people I actually wanted to be friends with. I guess I tried too hard, then. But I hope that those few that hated me no longer do. Because while our hate used to be mutual, it's a one-sided affair now, it's yours. Even to Pinky, who will probably kill me if she sees what I've written previously about her on this blog, I actually miss you. You weren't the greatest chum, or the bestest friend, but you were fun. In a weird, stupid, fucked up way, I actually liked you. In fact, I still do. I hold no grudges against those that backstabbed me, or black-mouthed me. You know who you are, and so do I. But all is forgiven. God knows I deserved most of those comments for being bitchy. Anyway, as I said before, all is forgotten now. I am determined to keep happy memories of PLC.. of the people, the teachers (Falkner-sensei, Ms Daemi, Mrs Boyne, Mrs Hales, Ms Orrock, Nugie and little Nugie, Savery, Mrs Kowalik, Ms Gibson, Ms Ryan), the atmosphere, the food (yes, even the slop).. basically, everything. The little catfights, the tantrums, tears, homesickness, hate, love, joy, friendship, betrayal. All are happy memories, lessons to be learnt, obstacles to overcome as we move forward.

I know this probably doesn't mean anything to you 6SYians, but I just had to write this. I'm sorry for boring you guys half to death.

Toodle-pip

Another confession @ 10:22 pm