I miss the good old days.
I miss having a car. I miss keeping half of my worldy posessions in it, so that anything I ever needed was as close as the parking lot. I miss the conversations that took place there - what’s said in the car, stays in the car.
I miss living in the dorms. I miss hanging out with friends until 3 in the morning, and staying up until 5 because my first class wasn’t until 2. I miss the last cigarrette of the day and being deafened by a silence that can only be found standing between buildings that hold hundreds upon hundreds of sleeping people.
I miss the seemingly endless supply of time and the opportunites it held. I miss thinking that this would go on forever, and that I could just sit back and let it happen.
I especially miss the friends that have moved away - geographically or otherwise - over the past few years, and knowing that some of them will never come back.
This is the second entry of this type in about as many weeks. You gotta stop bummin about the good old days and just enjoy life.
You are starting to make me worry that you are going to grow your hair out and dye it black, bowl cut style, become really skinny, and wear a black messanger bag with buttons on it. Don’t be, that guy.
not to worry, it only gets worse after you graduate. don’t let your friends go. ever.
I know, I’m being all emo. The looming threat of graduation has led me to a fair bit of soul searching, and I can’t help but feel like I could have made the past four years better.