CARTER, MY LOVE.

High school. What comes to mind when you hear those words? For some people (like myself), high school was a fun, transitional time where transformations occurred. Amidst the stress of homework, exams, and university acceptances, it was the best 4 years of my life.

Memorable highlights:

• Carter auditions
• REHEARSALS (sleeping during rehearsals for me)
• CONCERTS, CONCERTS, CONCERTS
• Honour rolls
• Volunteer hours
• Kiwanis festivals
• Missa Gaia
• Uniforms
• Lunch group
• Korean
• Brebeuf boys
• And just boys in general (obsession + infatuation)
• 53 Steeles bus
• Finch station
• North York library
• BORANGE, APPLE, BANANA (hahahaha)
• National anthems at Raptors game
• Vocal class + exams
• Mr. Hauser and Mr. Huang
• Ms. Hickey
• Mr. Doherty
• Spirit Assemblies
• Civvies days
• Peer helping
• 30 hour famine
• Summer school at Brebeuf :P
• Julia's summer backyard parties
• Birthday parties
• Braces (both for teeth and knee)
• Kneecap dislocation
• Hence, crutches + cast
• PROM!!!!!!!!
• And last but not least, GRADUATION!!!!

These are only some bullet points among many others.

Hazel, Augusta, Jenny

Me with my knee brace

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A walk down the M lane

I  remember when I used to write about the most random things in my life on my blog. Had they been about relationships, friendships, fellowship, hardship, courtship–whatever ships they were. I don't know why I stopped. Do you think I should jump onto the boat and start doing that again? Let me know.

ON ANOTHER NOTE, I am sorry that my posts have been lacking, especially the mission ones. I will soon resume writing and finish up my mission series. Thank you for your patience and understanding, everyone.
xx,

Hazel

I MISS YOU.

"Then maybe it's true that I can't live without you."

Was it worth it?

Love.

Why waste it when it's not reciprocated? It takes two to BE in love. What's the point of having a one-sided relationship? You chose to wait and ended up wasting your time waiting for something that you knew would not come.

Being held onto for several months and then released after another. What were you thinking? What made you think that she deserved your time and effort and attention?

You had your reasons to stay. But frankly, was it worth it? At the finish line, you were left alone after she bid her sweet good bye and took off in an instant. YET, you still clung on to the words she once uttered to you, the things she did, and the memories you had together. Her words deludedly swallowed her actions. And what do memories mean if they aren't mutually shared?

Was it all worth it?

You're right. You should've taken that move much earlier before she did; pack your bags and catch the last bus ride at 2 AM. That way, you could've saved yourself some remorse.

Perhaps you loved her. Perhaps you really loved her. Or maybe, you just didn't know her.

In my own words, you could do better.

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