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I'm sitting at home and I realize something. I'm almost half way to being on my own, out there in the "real world." and it's kind of scary. Maybe I worry too much, I'm supposed to be having the best years of my life and all I can think about are them ending. I don't want them to end, I mean who does. I stay up too late, drink too much, and study too little. You have to love it. I love not having a care in the world and waking up by 2 in the afternoon, sometimes even going to bed after seeing the sun come up. But this semester I have to straighten up. I said that last semester but this time I really mean it and I know its going to be rough. I love staying up with friends talking about absolutely nothing until the break of dawn. I wouldn't trade my guys for anything and I really mean that. I hope this semester is academically better than the last but I doubt it. I know I'm not going to study or go to sleep on time or any of the things studious people do, and it saddens me a little bit. But you know what? Fuck it, I'm only here another two years and I'm going to have fun. If these really are the best years of our lives, I'm going to have the time of my life.
I miss having someone to fall asleep with.
I miss having someone to fall asleep with.