empty glasses of water.

I just spent the last five hours at a party for my best friend, Sam. Sitting there in the sunlight, I acknowledge we are growing older. But we are still so much the same. Too much the same. We're dating different people and our hair is combed differently, but we're all moving in circles. I don't know what it is about this place, but I feel two things in realizing the static lives of its inhabitants. One, I feel upset that I am stuck in the middle and that nothing has changed much for me either. And then, two, I feel incredibly hopeful and happy that I am able to see outside of this world and enter into a new one in about two short months.

That is all I have to offer for now.