Wow, I haven't been on here in so long.

The one and only baby Piccolo.

It feels different being back on here. I remember why I used to go on and write my woes to no one in particular on the internet. It sure is different than tumblr.

Currently I have a headache from a certain gif of a baby Piccolo. I love it though even though it is causing me pain. A substantial amount of pain in my head. I wouldn't recommend looking at it for too long...

Anyhow, I am now in Year 11, my last year of secondary school. To be honest, I don't want to leave. I have loved most of secondary school, and my life here. Weird, I know. I wish I could have stayed with everyone for longer, though they might not think the same way as me. In fact, I know that a lot of everyone will not be thinking the same way as me. Though everyone is marginally closer than we were say in Year 9, a few more years could have brought together long-term friendships for life. We've been together nearly five years, most of us anyway. Yet we hardly know each other. And I wouldn't say I'm particularly close to many of my friends. Most of our relationships are school based, outside of school life we know of nothing. Perhaps it will change once everyone moves on... But I don't want to think of that now. I cherish the time we have left together, we meaning my friends, and people I like and talk to and share fond memories with.