I am unreasonably emotional at the moment, and I think if I make this too long, I'm going to embarrass myself. So I'll keep it short.
Tomorrow is the last day, and although it is stupid, I'm suddenly unsure if I want to leave.
When I started freshman and sophomore year, I literally had no friends. I didn't talk to people. The other day, I randomly started a conversation with a complete stranger only because I was bored.
Hell, they told us countless times. So why didn't I realize I was growing up?