I’m officially graduating tomorrow. There’s something unnerving about watching the whole ceremony as a graduate. We are all officially moving on, so what’s the next step?
Mood: indescribable
Carmenchenying
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I enjoy being different, don't you?
My love is like a river
It’s weird how you go from being strangers to being friends to being more than friends to being practically strangers again.
Because we are what we are, and sometimes that’s not enough.
You
You’d wear a casual white shirt and khaki pants and you’d walk up to me with a boyish grin. You’d look me in the eye and say “hi, how are you today”. You’d listen to all those rants even though you know my routine by heart. You’d give me the warmest embrace and the day’s lousiest event would slip away. You.
Warm covers
It has been an unimaginably long time since I committed myself to stay home all weekend. Aside from hiding under covers fighting the fever and flu bug, having “Broken Dreams Club” by Girls on repeat, completing a mix tape, and being virtually active on facebook/twitter/youtube/tumblr, books became a thing of happiness.
Books are, in fact, the greatest thing on the face of the planet. They are inescapably wonderful. This weekend, since Thursday evening(self declared weekend: I got ill as soon as work ended), I have somehow made little bits of time to re-read Matilda by Roald Dahl entirely, and it is delightful!
With April coming to an end, the absence of school has overtaken my life and that I am off cultivating all kinds of exciting(not really) scholarly pursuits. I still am in disbelief the message I wrote would be on my school graduation handbook.
- Proud moment -
I know you feel like I do too
Even though I’m close to you
I can’t be what you need
You’re just as lost as me
I just want to get high
But everything keeps bringing me down
If you know something I don’t
Come on and help me out
