If Rose's departure is only slightly less than unbearable, graduation is going to leave me battered and broken.

Yesterday Nate picked up the guitar, Ben fiddled, and I sang out random pages of Emerson. This may be the penultimate cheesy siren song that calls out from my memory in days to come. It's pretty difficult to take a step back and look at things without laughing; the silence is awkward and I always want to pacify it with a smile.

"I wish I had the guts to be nobody"