Dear Diary: Grad Is Near, So Are The Tears

Dear Diary,

Graduation is this Friday. By the end of this week, the whole Grad-Preprom-Prom-Afterprom train will have gone by and I will be left free-relatively. I mean, most of these people I will most likely only see further in my life as acquaintances, silhouettes from a distant past. Most of these people will probably exist only for an instant in my consciousness until some climax in their lives (wedding, funeral, lottery win, unexpected pregnancy, ect) makes them subjects of interest again. It's not cruel, the same goes for me too. When the champagne stops flowing and the glitter stops falling and the tears have dried and the enthusiasm has settled, life will just keep on going with its comedies and tragedies and whatever it is that fills the gaps between both. So might just as well make the best of this I guess. In pure moronic adolescent fashion, I guess the correct term to define the sentiment of coming-of-age nonsense I'm constantly being fed by Hollywood, the correct term would be : YOLO.