All I can think of to do, is this.

I should be reading or doing homework, but my roommate is already asleep and I can't turn the light on, so this is where I have gravitated at the end of my night (of all places). I've been out sick with pneumonia for the past week, which has put a real damper on getting ahead in any of my classes. It's actually done the complete opposite. Once again, my school life seems like it's in a complete spiral. I have a strange yet distinct sense that I'll be feeling this way until graduation. Until that morning in May, everything is up in the air.

I've never understood how saying goodbye to someone could become harder and harder. Tonight it hit me so deeply... almost to the point that I had to hold everything back within me from gripping hard and refusing to let go. It's the reason why being here in my last semester is so alien... I feel as if I'm beyond this already. That life shouldn't be this way. We shouldn't be saying goodbye and retiring to our different homes. 2 weeks from now, it'll all make sense to everyone else, when we'll finally be able to officially tell everyone where we're going together in life. So many people can't understand how we can wake up every morning and miss each other instantly, but isn't that how love shows itself? How it expands to the point of wishing you were near each other every day?

I'm finding that most of my rants end up at love these days.

It's late, for me. Goodnight, moon. Goodnight, air. Goodnight noises everywhere.