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Well, here begins my last semester.

Gods, how many fucking times have I typed that sentence by now, huh?

I’ve had such trouble with school, but really, this time, I’m pretty sure that statement is fact. I’m pretty sure I’ve done it. I hope to god I’ve done it. Or there will be so much screaming and so many tears.
But no, this is my last semester.

Back on New Year’s Eve, Essner mentioned that this may be our last New Year’s together. He said we’d probably see each other around Christmas, sure… but New Year’s? Unlikely. We’re all going to be graduating and probably moving away, getting started with the rest of our lives.
That is so fucking depressing, you know?
The end of things is always completely fucking scary. I know this. I’ve always known this. I hate things ending. There are plenty of things I don’t like about my life right now, but at least it’s comfortable. I know what to expect. Past this semester is nothing but unknown. I get overly nervous when I don’t know what to expect. I worry. I’m going to worry the moment that diploma is in my paws, because then something completely new begins, and I don’t even know what the hell that is.

I have no idea.
But I just have to be positive it’s going to be good.
It’s going to be so good.