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posted by: raerae (reply) post date: 02.20.07 (9:14 am) Here's to sixth year seniors... We aren't retarded we just didn't know what we wanted to do and now we have to stay in school while all our friends get to start real lives not as students....it's kind of depressing, but I am in the same boat so we can sink together. Anyway, I think you and Paris for a summer is a great idea and you should take advantage of that if at all possible. Doing something like that would definitely make for a happy Kenny and I'm all about that. Hope everything is going well up there. I miss you! |
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so it looks like i get to tag on another semester. fuck. yeah look at this kid, going to be a sixth year senior. i mean i've heard of people having to take a fifth year because they are lazy or because they fail a few classes, but come on. i'm not retarded i swear. i'll have had so much shit crammed into my brain by then... i'm just a professional student. when back in high school i planned on having a degree by a few months from now, i never would have expected to be where i am now. i can't help but to be sad whenever someone in my grade says something about graduating this may. and honestly i get a little mad that i'm not going to be there walking across the stage getting my diploma. i want to go to commencement to see everyone graduate, but it will be hard not being in their shoes. i should be there damnit. i keep asking myself if it really is for the best. some how i keep telling myself it is, but i don't know if it's only a lie. second guessing is a bitch...regret.... it's only slightly ironic that a mantra of mine is to forget regret, (yeah from rent), and that's how i live. so i can't help but to just suppress it all to feel numb....yeah yeah inner emo kid....