Starships

Oh fuck.... me. 

This Saturday is my boyfriend’s graduation and damn, not only am I gonna miss him, but the majority of his class. What the hell. Part of me loves the thought of being a senior now, yayyyy, but another part is omitting melancholic waves throughout my system.  I’m gonna miss him, and him, and him, and sorta him, and her, and her, and that other guy and his hugs, her company, the ‘I wanna stab your toes off’ feeling when we’re in a 10 foot radius of each other, the laughs, the French help, the rides, the obnoxiousness, the orange, the ass, the turtles and spandex.. which all brings me to my own class and how much I think I hate them. I thought I hated that class, too, with the exception of a few people, but nope. I want them all to stay for a lil longer. So, our little caterpillar was like ‘I think we’ll be total strangers after this year.’ I’m afraid it’ll be true, we all suck at keeping in touch. Let's not suck, guys. K?

I'll miss you! Write me (:

Since I don't know what proper graduation ceremony attire is, I'll stealing my brother's graduation outfit and his present who I properly dressed up, cus.. dun dun dun, he's graduating elementary school! Yay! Now  all he needs are bigger pants. I swear, he hasn't gotten new pants since like 2nd grade.