deckwreck

T minus twelve days until the seemingly interminable cohesiveness of the old group of friends is dissolved at last. And yes, I keep bringing this up because it is that important to me. I went through nearly every sort of hell we could have even conceived of as teenagers with these girls. I had some of the best experiences of my life with these girls. These girls were the constant in the state of flux the last seven years of my life have inhabited. Twelve days left until the migration and already things are getting all huggy and sad. It sucks when you realize that you won't be making anymore memories with certain people. At this point it is nearly impossible to not be be trapped in the past.

Blarg. I really ought to quit attempting emotional garbage while drunk. Anyway, other than the fact that I hate the state of Florida, things are going pretty well.