Melancholy at the close of the Semester

This has happened before.  Normally I ignore it.  I’m going back in two weeks.  But this time it’s different.  This is the end of the last Fall Semester I’ll have at college.


I’ve been trying to figure it out and just keep going but it’s literally like a weight.  I’m not ready to leave.  Sure I’ve got a few more months but I’m just not ready to go yet.  There is this confusion of being so excited and so ready, but at the same time it’s fucking terrifying.  Not just because the future is uncertain and all that BS but because I will never be as old as I am now.  This is it.  Time passes way too quickly and that is becoming scary apparent lately.