It's Not the End of the World, I Know, but I Don't Know What to Do.
I’m sitting on my bed, in my room. But it won’t be my room, before long. Next year, at this same time, I’ll be in a different room, but feeling the same.
My roommate left last night. I look across the room, and there is the room, exactly the way it was when I moved in - bare mattress, a lonely desk. Except all that excitement from moving in, looking forward to my freshman year at college, is gone.
Even though Kayla and I didn’t talk that much, I still think she was a good roommate. I could have ended up with a worse one. When I came back last night, and I saw she had left earlier than anticipated, I couldn’t help this feeling where I missed her presence.
In a few hours, I’m going to be sitting in my house in Pendleton, and I am going to be so lonely...
My roommate left last night. I look across the room, and there is the room, exactly the way it was when I moved in - bare mattress, a lonely desk. Except all that excitement from moving in, looking forward to my freshman year at college, is gone.
Even though Kayla and I didn’t talk that much, I still think she was a good roommate. I could have ended up with a worse one. When I came back last night, and I saw she had left earlier than anticipated, I couldn’t help this feeling where I missed her presence.
In a few hours, I’m going to be sitting in my house in Pendleton, and I am going to be so lonely...