The thought of it is making me miserable.
I mean, it’s not the actual school or (most) of the people that make me not want to go, it’s the fact I won’t be able to fuck off all day. It makes me sound lazy, I know, but I had a pretty good goddamn summer full of inebriation, debauchery, an great company, and I don’t want it to end just yet.
Plus I’m graduating this year and I have no clue what the fuck I want to do with my life, so that certainly adds to it.
But I had a really awesome last weekend with some lovely people, and I’m trying to keep that as a positive thought to keep myself from becoming even more miserable than I already am.