Let's go already.

Let's go to college. Let's open those letters of acceptance, feel disappointed or exuberant, and pick a college. Let's walk the stage and say our last and final word(s) to people--the ones we shared our lives with for nearly 4 year--whom, from that day and on we'll never see again (unless of course, we happen to keep in touch with them through Myspace); "Congratulations!" Let's get out of this town and face a whole new world full of strangers, lovers, enemies, and friends. Let's go. Now.

I'd rather face that fear of never seeing anyone from high school now more than ever. Hell, I already don't talk to half the friends I've made in the past two and a half years of high school--we might as well say our good-bye's now. Not "see you later"; not "see you tomorrow"; not "I'll see you around"; "Good-bye".

ONE more freekin' night of homework for Spring Break. ONE more freekin' day of school. Just ONE.

But I don't know how well I'll be able to handle it. I lost my head yesterday. I broke down to a person whom I hardly know. How much more would I weep, sob and try to hide when in front of someone I still deeply care for, miss, and can't even share a minute-long conversation with. I loathe Fridays. Maybe even more than the distraction-filled Sundays.

Happy Birthday, Andy. Sorry to have greeted you so late, babe. I'll be there Saturday--promise; I wouldn't miss your party for the world. One year older. Time flies by so fast. I miss you already... And to think, I only held you hours ago...

THANK GOD.