Oh has the world changed, or have I changed?

[prongslove]

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

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[r_o_s_e_w_i_n_e]

And now you're feeling what I've been feeling for the last two years. Welcome, you can pick up your paranoia packet at the door.

[prongslove]

Excellent, now I get to feel it all hit at once. Now that I've joined the club, do we have t-shirts? Or a manifesto?

[r_o_s_e_w_i_n_e]

Enjoy. No, no t-shirts. I suppose we should have some mournful little campfire song or something. Maybe you could be in charge of that.

[prongslove]

There really should be t-shirts, or at least some of those pins I always end up sticking myself with. That would be fantastic, you know. I would write the absolute campiest, most mournful song ever.