what's tomorrow?
Graduation.
I almost don't want to. Despite all the negativity and everything that comes with living with my parents and in Arlington, I almost don't want to leave. Because for me, like most Arlingtonians, graduation means leaving. Leaving everything I've known and loved for college.
I know that I can't procrastinate it. I know that I have to. It's just that I have so much I wanted to accomplish by this point. I regret only one thing about the entire year. Well, only one serious regret. But still, I feel like that is pretty good. I try to learn from my mistakes... use the crappy things I did to teach myself a lesson. And I generally feel bad about it until the karma gets me. Once my karma has been balanced, I try to get the lesson.
It's one of these things that you can't help but feel elated about, but also can't stop crying about. As I type this, I am so excited. I am so terrified of all of it, but I am excited. I am also crying, because I am not ready for this to be over.
Does graduation really have to mean breaking up with your past life?
I've picked discontent for my mood, because I guess that's the one constant. I am discontented with staying and I am discontented with leaving. I guess there isn't any pleasing me.
I almost don't want to. Despite all the negativity and everything that comes with living with my parents and in Arlington, I almost don't want to leave. Because for me, like most Arlingtonians, graduation means leaving. Leaving everything I've known and loved for college.
I know that I can't procrastinate it. I know that I have to. It's just that I have so much I wanted to accomplish by this point. I regret only one thing about the entire year. Well, only one serious regret. But still, I feel like that is pretty good. I try to learn from my mistakes... use the crappy things I did to teach myself a lesson. And I generally feel bad about it until the karma gets me. Once my karma has been balanced, I try to get the lesson.
It's one of these things that you can't help but feel elated about, but also can't stop crying about. As I type this, I am so excited. I am so terrified of all of it, but I am excited. I am also crying, because I am not ready for this to be over.
Does graduation really have to mean breaking up with your past life?
I've picked discontent for my mood, because I guess that's the one constant. I am discontented with staying and I am discontented with leaving. I guess there isn't any pleasing me.