I hate goodbyes so much. Everyone is leaving, and I am sad. I wonder what it all will amount to, or if it was all meant to amount to anything at all. It's so easy to lose touch and leave people behind. I wonder if people wish they hadn't left all those people in the past. But maybe that's where some of your friends belong - in your past, in your past life, in your past self. The people around you make you develop into who you are, and when they fall out of your life, maybe they don't have a place in the new you that you've become because they didn't help shape it.
I don't know when I'll be back; during the month of winter vacation, I'll be in Canada, and the summer... well, I might end up doing the summer session at Cornell. No matter what, I know I probably won't be back for another year. How much different will I be? Why is this juncture so emphasized, so important? I'll most likely answer my own questions soon.
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