the end.

Well....i survived one year of college. on my own, independent, and without anyone else. as sit here in this packed up room and look around, my eyes drown with tears and my heart aches with pain. it literally seems like just yesterday i had moved in, afraid, afraid of what kind of new adventures this new place would bring. and now that i take the time to reflect, it's been one HELL of a ride. everything from the frat parties to the ER visits to falling down the stairs to all the boy dramas...this has definitely been a year to remember. the freedom was sweet, while it lasted, and the memories are irreplaceable. so many people that i've met along the way...and i'm thankful for meeting all of those people. some showed me the person that i shouldn't become while others showed me an inspirational role model to look up to. damn, it's all over. one year down, and 3 more to go. and again, it feels like graduation all over again. i won't be moving away from my parents, i'll be moving away from my house; the home which i've become so accustomed to...the people i've become so used to seeing every morning. so much to do still but there's nothing that i can do. it's all over. the end. time to pack up and start over again. i had my fair share of fun, now time to handle the consequences.