"Counting down the days until graduation!"
"Ordered my cap and gown! Holy &#%^!"</p><p>"Let's set a time for pictures. I can't wait to get a cute one of ALL of us together!"</p><p>We get it. Yay. Congrats. Good luck out there. Thanks for leaving me with 15,845 strangers. Bye.</p><p>It's fine, yanno? Really. I mean here's how I figure it: You'll graduate, we'll celebrate, (hard, the only way we know how), summer will pass quickly and then I'll be heading back to school. While you're off being contributing members of society somewhere, I'll be loading up a U-Haul consisting of my trusty mini-fridge, four pencils and my entire wardrobe. I'll enter the same apartment complex that we've stayed in for two years now, remembering that I won't see any familiar faces when passing your room numbers. The rest of the day will be spent making 43 trips up and down the stairs and rearranging the furniture 10 times. After much stress and v sweat is had, I'll want to pull up our dysfunctional group message and ask who's ready to get obliterated and christen this new school year together. Oh, right. Backspace. Cancel. </p><p>I'll plop on my bed. And I'll be angry. Angry that you all left me here alone. Angry that you're probably out doing cool shit, in cool places, with even cooler people. They'll probably be way funnier and way weirder and like … way more Snapchat famous than me. But then I'll be sad. Sad I can't run to your rooms to have our hysterical morning-after talks. Sad we can't procrastinate together and lounge around each other’s living rooms for hours singing embarrassing throwbacks. Sad I won’t be able to capture every busted pregame moment. Sad that we won't be so close anymore.</p><p>But that’s just me being selfish. So I'll snap out of it and decide to get happy. I'll smile thinking about how we thought we used to run this place. I'll die laughing every time I go through our heinous pictures and videos that can never be seen in the public eye. Ever! (Well, only until they magically resurface during a wedding reception or two). I'll be happy that you're all off being real adults, getting jobs, meeting new people, learning from your mistakes and becoming the best versions of yourselves. I'll be happy that I got to spend some of the best moments of my life with the craziest, most ridiculous, incredible people I know. Things wont be the same without you. </p><p>Friends, I don’t want you to leave me. But I get it, I do. And I mean it this time when I say congrats. Love you. Miss you. Thank you. Also, sorry I got deep for a hot sec. If it makes you feel any better, I wrote this on the toilet.</p><p> Boo-yah, quinoa.</p>
