Graduation.

Sometimes, I'm afraid to say how i really feel. So I come to my blog, and I write it here. Only a few people know about this blog, and I feel safe here.
I'm terrified of graduating. I'm terrified of losing the friends i have. And I know what everyone says. "If they are important friends, you will find a way to stay in touch." But that's not the reality. Sometimes, I have really important friends and sometimes we lose touch. And I hate that. i hate that we will catch up once or twice, talk about what is going on our lives now, and leave the coffee house, and see each other again in 6 months.
Some of my friends are moving far away for school. I know they are only an email away. But they aren't down the hall, in the school that feels so big, but is a very small place comparatively.
And most of my other friends, I am leaving behind. I'm the one graduating, and they are all left behind. I have made some incredible friends this year, that have helped me through alot.
I'm tired of the stupid drama, and the silly boys. I'm tired of highschool drama, and crappy cafeteria food. I'm tired of finding that the stall I'm in has no toilet paper, or the bathroom has no soap at all. I'm tired of walking through hallways with no floor or ceiling tiles, and missing walls. I'm sick of moving classrooms for construction, and cranky librarians. And I'm especially sick of the cat ears, and tails.
I'm tired of these things. But they add character. These things make up the place I call my second home. I have spent 6 years here. There are dancers in the hallways, and a piano in the main lobby. This place is filled with love and passion for the arts. I love walking through the hallways.
I'm terrified of growing up. Things are complicated, and convoluted.
Nothing Lasts for ever.