What hurts isn’t the expanded time or the extra work.

What hurts is that i’ve managed something i’ve seen dumbfucks avoid.

The fact that i’ve once again fit into the routine my life is renowned for.

Knowing that i’ve already payed for the stupid cap and gown for nothing.

And that in May i’ll head back home to watch people i’ve known since kindergarten acheive something I couldn’t, without me, again.

And the whole time i’ll be taking pictures and smiling because that’s what a friend is supposed to do.

Especially on graduation.

My Dad is disappointed; he thinks I don’t care.

 But really, i’ve been crying all day.

And tomorrow i’ll forget about it and move on because it’s just a cap and just a gown and just a stupid fucking diploma that i’ll get two months late.

That’s life, right?