Sometimes I feel like I’m changing and growing as I get older, but then I get around my friends and it’s like an old Blink-182 video.
I mean seriously, how much longer can I refer to my friends as “dude” and “man.”
Probably doesn’t matter though.
What the hell am I talking about?
As the last semester of my junior year of college rapidly occurs, and the inevitability of graduation looms over my head, I can’t help but feel that I should have maybe got a trade and then come back to school to major in what I’m majoring in.
People tell me that I won’t be able to find a job. I can see this. Do I like it? Nope.
I’m freaking the fuck out. I’m as cool as a damn cucumber when you talk to me, but inside my guts are on fire, flipping the fuck out.
There are no guarantees, and I know this. I’m still hopeful. Still wanting. Still attempting to be in control. Listening to The Used like no tomorrow (Pieces Mended). It may or may not be the reason behind this confession-esque type post. Pardon me for being me.
I am ever stoic except when I am on the edge of my yearly (in actuality monthly) breakdown. Is graduate school in my future? Who the fuck knows.
Is anyone even reading this shit?
