Kevin Bacon once said: "College is like highschool with ashtrays."
A truer word has ne'er been spoken. Like, ever.
College really is like highschool, except that 25% of my drawing class is made up of women over the age of 35, the teachers let you out early, and I don't know a soul. But other than that, it's like highschool all over again. Not cool.
Katelyn left last night. It hasn't been too depressing, but every now and then I think of all the cool stuff I can talk about with her, and then I have to remember that she won't be there when I get home. I'll have to call her or something. Being able to just see a person and talk with them is a lot different from having to call them up and hope that they answer. I don't want to hope that you answer. I just want you to be there, all the time.
It's like the last 15 seconds of Underoath's "Down, Set, Go", where it's only Spencer Chamberlain screaming "You're not here with me" over and over again. You're not gone. It's just that you're not here with me. And I don't think I like that very much.
SO COME BAAAAAACK!!!!
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