Well, it seems it’s about that time. They’re finally kicking me out. Just kidding.
Man, I’m not going to lie, this kind of feels like death. And it kind of is, in a way. Goodbye Little To No Responsibilities Miah, hello to New Miah, Older Miah, More Responsibilities Miah, Locked In Miah, Adult Miah. Woah. I can’t mess around now, it’s getting serious.
I swear I was a freshman not too long ago. I really cannot comprehend the speed with which my high school years passed by. It was so quick. What do you mean I spent four years here? It felt like four months.
Advice to the younger peeps: make sure to have fun (preferably legal). And don’t be afraid to try new things. Oh, and don’t be afraid to talk to new people! Oh my gosh, please talk to people, I’m begging you. I only started opening up more this year and I’ve made more friends in a span of a month than I’ve made in a span of years, it’s insane. And I love them all so much. I would commit war atrocities for all of them.
Anyway, yeah. I guess what I’m saying is to not be so scared of everything. Try new things, talk to people you wouldn’t usually talk to. It’s pretty cool. It’s what life’s about, even. Forgive me for the brevity of this farewell, but I feel it’s symbolic, in a way. It’s brief, just like my time here. It is the end of the beginning and the beginning of the end. Deep, I know. Mic drop, Miah out.
