So.

I graduate on Sunday.
Which is strange.

I don't feel any different.

It's like, you go to college. All the brochures tell you that you'll be financially stable right out of school. You'll get a job. You'll know what you're doing with your life!

Bullshit.
Complete. Bullshit.

I'm in this perpetual state of having no idea what the hell I'm doing. Besides living off of Ramen and wishing things were different.
I'm just having a moment.
The idea of not being able to run into my friend Brian every single spring break whether or not we plan it sucks.
Not being able to drink until dawn with my best friends.
Knowing that I have to walk farther than a half a mile if I need them.
No one who understands margarita in class day, parties that start at 7 AM, and building a boat entirely out of beer cans, staples and duct tape.
People who understand the need to run to White Castle at 3 AM.

As much as I hate the stress, the bullshit and the drama, I'm going to miss the hell out of my friends.

I already miss the ones who left, but shit.

This sucks.


Emo, I know.