The fourth quarter of eighth grade is about to start I feel like I’m going to be sad when middle school ends, yeah of course it sucked including the people but damn I had some good memories there I mean it's not going to be the last chapter but it makes me realize how fast time is going by and how there's only so much you can do with it. It’s like just yesterday I was entering kindergarten in now I’m about to go to high school. I’m just scared I’m going to miss a lot of opportunities Imagine the people that are in retirement homes they once had lives just like us and they could go out and do things and now they just look out the window watching the world go by and life’s not even going to stop and give them a restart. As if I’m in an hourglass trying to stop the sand from going to the bottom but it’s all too heavy for me. I don’t have a choice.