no man is an island in furious, fragile, and free

Capstone presentation: Check
Senior portfolio presentation: Check
Graduation? Seventeen days

I feel myself retreating into myself (like I’m prone to do) during this final chapter. I hear the clock ticking more and more during my days on campus and I find myself wishing I could just go back to freshman year and do it all over again.

I regret that I never had a wild, “typical” college experience and instead spent my freshman year grappling with mental health and my past and sophomore year dating a fuck boy. Now I’m officially washed up and about to be catapulted into adulthood.

It’s hard not to feel the weight of the future, staring down at you. I’ve been a deadbeat student for a while now, but school is the only thing I know how to do.

While I was waiting so long for things to happen, I somehow managed to be successful. But now what?