3.20am
why did no one tell me how bittersweet the feeling is of being in your penultimate year of university. I'm currently sitting on my bed with tears swelling up in my eyes, mourning the fact that soon, I won't be in this house with my girls anymore. I won't be down the road from my friends or within walking distance. we'd all have moved on. we'd be leading different lives and possibly won't possess any of the personality traits we like to poke fun at now. it is a bittersweet feeling knowing that we've all grown together and made such wonderful memories that we cannot replicate. Memories that will forever be engrained into my identity and will inevitably become a sense of nostalgia.
this is the youngest I'll be and, I'm mourning alone in my room
