The past three years have been amazing. You've be laughed you've cried, mostly in the same breathe. The time has come to count down, load up on coffee and cram for the last of your standorized tests. Senior year is coming to an end, and who knows this better than our one and only Rory Gilmore?
There are a million events you're supposed to be at and they are all about 8 hours too early.
Speaking of events, too many of them are ones you have to look nice for, and you can only look nice so many times.
With all these early, gotta look good events there's coffee, lots of coffee.
So much coffee you might find yourself addicted.
You'll start realize you're becoming basic and you just don't care.
And there's the freshman, you have so many things you want to tell them, but a so long as they get this, it's ok.
Oh and the fact that parties are really overrated.
Chilling at home is the thing to do.
You get attached to your British Lit books and get sad when they're sad, and they're all sad because, well, they're all tragedies.
Speaking of books you read so many that they become your favorite smell.
You start to realize that you're hating everyone and everything.
Which leads to this.
And if you're lucky enough you somehow end up with this.
And he's one of the few people who understands your sass, so you say things like this.
And then there's the moment you find your true best friend.
And they become your person, if they jump, you jump jack.
And the moment you realize your mom is also your best friend and has been on your side this whole time.
Your first lasts and your final lasts freak you out, and it's ok to freak out a bit.
And the moment you realize everything's changing will be hard.
There's some big decisions.
But it's really ok. Make a pros/cons list and move on.
Prove everyone wrong.
Cause you're gonna make it kid.