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6:00 PM
Its now...the end of the year. I cant really believe this right now. Im at home now, its 6:00 PM and even though this happened just barely 3 hours ago i just cant wrap my head around it. Im out of highschool now. Man i just, i cant. All those 1st and 2nd years i left are by themselves now, it kinda hurts. Years go by so quickly, like if bokuto-san and coach yamiji just promoted me as captain yesterday.
Being out of school isnt entirely bad. I mean, no more homework. Not like i minded it in the first place. I kinda dont believe this cause. I still. I still feel like i should be in my 2nd year, waiting for bokuto-san to come to my desk at exactly 11:16 so we can eat lunch together.
Ever since bokuto-san graduated everything just got, slow? Fast? A mixture of the both? It feels like if, something so important got ripped away, like a little kid crying because their mom took away their toy because its time for a bath. Except bokuto-san is no toy to be played with, but a treasure to be protected, the same value of what a toy would be to a child.
Bokuto-san is a wonder. Hes so bright and big and beautiful. A force you just want to be in and not move in. Im so lucky to have him as a friend. Without him i might've just become the same old boring keiji. The one whose always serious and is so smart.
6:30 PM
*knock knock*
"Who is it"
"Its me keiji" says mom as she enters my room
"I wanted to see if you wanted anything to drink for dinner"
"Oh I'll just have water, thank you"
"No problem love"
My mother is a kind woman. Always looking out for everyone. So selfless. She would rather starve then to see me have a little scratch on my knee. She wasn't ever really strict with me. She didn't really have a good childhood so she tired to do her best to give me a good one. One she never had.
7:03 PM
On my free time i draw, drawing and making little comics are fun. I wouldn't consider myself an artist. I definitely dont live up to that label. But drawing is fun. But not when im next to someone. I have a problem with facial expressions. If the character im drawing is showing anger my face showes anger, im not angry but i just cant help it. If i dont do it my drawing looks bad.
7:15 PM
Writing in my journal is fun. I dont sound so energetic but it doesn't need to be. I tend to forget things very easily, but im able to remember things very well. Is that weird? Im weird. Like, who writes in journals anymore. I used to think that was something that only happened in 2000s American movies. But look at me, a Japanese man in his room, writing about many things that don't really connect, writing about many different things at many different times. But journaling isn't something im embarrassed of.
I should go downstairs now, dads home and i need to go eat.