Everything got fuck up. Like literally everything. High school, the only place where I felt like home came to an end, I 'finished' my therapy, I got kick out of 'my' group and my 'relationship' cracked into pieces. And so did I. 

 But after some time I realised that this is not the end of the world. None of it. And after all, end of high school was the worst thing. Because I know, I just know that I would never ever love such huge group of people like I loved my class. 

 I know that I'm stronger than that. I'm lazy, but I am strong. I have few days to figure out what I wanna study and then I would start everything again.