Without a Word
It’s almost over.
The graduate period is upon us. Seventeen days of May where we dress in red overalls and do stupid things we’re not normally allowed to do.
I’m not celebrating. I don’t see the point. I’m not looking forward to finishing school. Because finishing means that everything will change, and I’m not ready for that.
Everyone else seems to be though and I’m left all alone, wishing everything would just stay the same.