going home

[threeplusfire]

Odd how everything feels so final. It hit me hard in the car tonight, approaching that dreaded overpass of so many nights, nightmares and and drives. Strange too how the sad songs don't pain me right now. I have to wonder how solid this burgeoning sense of self assurance will end up.

Because right now, I am happy. Despite still loathing my physical form for what it can't give me, and struggling to be better/faster/stronger than the rest of the world. So many things seem to be resolving themselves in ways a year ago I wouldn't have recognized.

Maybe it's knowing someone, more than one really, that is much like myself. I am finding connections I despaired of existing. A few in paticular.

Tomorrow is my last class at the university. My last.

Comments

pomp and randomness

[(Anonymous)]

Graduation is upon you like death is upon a nursing home.

Re: pomp and randomness

[tsarina.livejournal.com]

Who are you?

Re: pomp and randomness

[(Anonymous)]

Not a livejournal user. Friend of Marina's aka Mere. Patrick's the name. Anything else?

Re: pomp and randomness

[tsarina.livejournal.com]

Just rather curious. How many people are named Patrick? I feel like I know most of them.

Into the great white open....

[ladypeculiar.livejournal.com]

I never knew if it was the "white" open or the "wide" open. In any case...

A merry graduation to you, though I do understand those feelings of impending doom....

Re: Into the great white open....

[tsarina.livejournal.com]

It's wide. I know this because I was obsessed with Tom Petty songs for a long long time. They were the only thing I learned back when I tried to play guitar.

Thank ye muchly. And praise the heavens for grad school! I don't have to stop yet. :P