Graduation.

Imminent. Seven days from now.

And I'm not sure if I'm ready.

Ready for what?


Ready to let go, ready to tie off friendships and start a new life without the people I've hated and loved for the past six years - the people who've turned me into who I am today.

Cut the shit, you don't care about half the people who you'll never get to see again. It'll just be that awkward facebook conversation where you arrange to grab coffee, and then you never do, or you do and you hate them. Fuck you're talking like your life's over, you've your best years ahead of you.


You can't say that. You couldn't possibly understand how I've changed because some of these people. And I can't do it alone.

You just don't want to. But neither do I.


Exactly, so what now?

You fucking work your balls off to get that Monash interview. That's what now.