Oh has the world changed, or have I changed?
Holy shit.
In about two months, we're all graduating. All the seventh years.. we're leaving, we're going off into the real world, on our own, being grown ups and the like. I don't think I'm ready. I don't want to grow up. I'm too young to grow up. I'm only seventeen. What am I supposed to do with myself? I can't even work a washing machine -
I hadn't actually thought about it, you know. Not really. It's just that a year's a really long time, so I never really thought about it, but as it turns out, a year is a really long time that passes very quickly. And I guess I also never thought about how Hogwarts isn't all there is.... Well, I mean, I knew that. I just didn't know it,, You know. It's just - I know it isn't, right? But I sort of thought I could... make it be. It's hard to think of the world being any other way. When I was just a kid, my mum and dad used to talk about Hogwarts like their lives sort of ended there, you know?
I keep thinking -- well, even if it doesn't last forever, it's been my life, since I was eleven. Because it was where my friends were, and after my mom, it's where my family was, or who I thought of as my family was. I knew it wouldn't be forever, but I couldn't imagine what would happen afterwards. And... now I have to. And I would be lying if I said I didn't find the whole thing inordinately terrifying. Because I don't want to do it alone because I don't know how to do it on my own and I don't know how to be grown up and I'm not ready to be responsible for myself, and one day I might be responsible for someone else, too, and I don't know what to do. And I've said I so many times in the last five minutes that I should be arrested for... gross self centeredness.
It's the end of an era. The queen is dead, boys, and it's lonely on a limb.
We should... all meet somewhere in June and burn our uniforms while singing Auld Lang Syne.
In about two months, we're all graduating. All the seventh years.. we're leaving, we're going off into the real world, on our own, being grown ups and the like. I don't think I'm ready. I don't want to grow up. I'm too young to grow up. I'm only seventeen. What am I supposed to do with myself? I can't even work a washing machine -
I hadn't actually thought about it, you know. Not really. It's just that a year's a really long time, so I never really thought about it, but as it turns out, a year is a really long time that passes very quickly. And I guess I also never thought about how Hogwarts isn't all there is.... Well, I mean, I knew that. I just didn't know it,, You know. It's just - I know it isn't, right? But I sort of thought I could... make it be. It's hard to think of the world being any other way. When I was just a kid, my mum and dad used to talk about Hogwarts like their lives sort of ended there, you know?
I keep thinking -- well, even if it doesn't last forever, it's been my life, since I was eleven. Because it was where my friends were, and after my mom, it's where my family was, or who I thought of as my family was. I knew it wouldn't be forever, but I couldn't imagine what would happen afterwards. And... now I have to. And I would be lying if I said I didn't find the whole thing inordinately terrifying. Because I don't want to do it alone because I don't know how to do it on my own and I don't know how to be grown up and I'm not ready to be responsible for myself, and one day I might be responsible for someone else, too, and I don't know what to do. And I've said I so many times in the last five minutes that I should be arrested for... gross self centeredness.
It's the end of an era. The queen is dead, boys, and it's lonely on a limb.
We should... all meet somewhere in June and burn our uniforms while singing Auld Lang Syne.