So whats up with the world these days guys?
amiright? amiright!?
ohgod for a second there i thought i'd lost joelle's ridiculously cute letter and i was having a fully loaded panic attack but then i found it. -insert sigh of relief here-
my stories are going down the drain in amusement level.
so. i only have one day left now. and i'm kind of really freaked out i'm going to cry because up until now it didnt really seem real that i was leaving and, like, whatever, but i don't know tomorrow it'll probably sink in and.. like, stuff. and i'll be totally fine and then someone will come up to me and be all, 'hey do you know if the drink taps are working' and i'll be like 'WHAT. NO. THEY PROBABLY AREN'T. THEY NEVER ARE. HUG ME, NEVER LET GO!' and then i'll start sobbing.
i'm hoping that person happens to be mellis, just because that would be such an endless cause for amusement in the future.
but i guess the generally weird thing is that i'm really excited and at the same time weird feeling.
i don't know.
its just like next year this huge chunk of my life will suddenly be completely disconnected from me and some of that is a good thing but some of that is bad and weird and confusing and like, how can something you were so used to suddenly not be there anymore? like maybe i didnt like it or whatever but its still my comfort zone and now it'll be this whole new life and its scary and freaky but i dont know. sometimes you have to take risks. to be. content. or happy. or. something. and i think it's going to be really cool. so thats really cool. but itll take some getting used to.
and i dont know who i'll stay in touch with.
because there are people that i need to keep friends with.
a lot.
and people i know i'll never talk to again which makes me kindof sad.
and people i never got the chance to talk to. and things i didnt get to do.
and things left. i dont know. unsaid. unacknowledged. something something.
whatever.
my rooms cursed and. guys that play the violin are really cool. apparently. even if they might be gay or something.
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