Bouncing Off the Walls

So today was my last final (for Latin Prose - Cornelius Nepos - on Atticus, considered to be the most awesome Roman ever) ever of my undergraduate career. Holy Shit. I'm not ready for the real world. Graduation is on May 3rd.

Into the Void

I'm graduating in May.

This whole graduation realization is getting me depressed. Just knowing that I will probably never see these people again. Realizing that I spent most of my college life alone. Knowing that I didn't really make any real friends here. Knowing I never really had anyone to come to with my problems. Perhaps I can start anew once I'm gone. Make friends, be better, stop hiding. I just hope this doesn't repeat. I wanted college to be a restart from high school. I guess I failed at that. I hate how I start meeting the amazing people right when I'm about to graduate. wtf. Impeccable timing. Feels like college was one big omegle.com.

And all that could have been.

"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

To the last syllable of recorded time,

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more: it is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound an fury,

Signifying nothing." - Shakespeare

Je suis le chevalier mal fet.

Dum spiro spero.

Aliqua dia amicos veros inventurum esse me spero.

Cum magna spe spero.