Memories to Last

Last night, I asked my closest friends from Greenville to hang out with me... The ones that I made connections with that first semester. We went to a park that puts up all these decorations and were silly and took pictures. Man, I’m gonna miss them so much.

So, on the way something awfully stressful happened [besides getting slightly lost]. Well, this was my fault, my tire light was on, but I ignored it, because I knew I couldn’t do anything about it, besides not drive the car... Anyway, we believe this is what caused my car to pull. So, my car pulled, and then I started having a small anxiety attack, it’s not like it was a big deal, but after having an accident last year, my mind went to that and I just really worried about everyone else’s life in the car.

Lauren was amazing though, and I’m so glad she was there, she looked at my tires with me, and she drove a while for me. Then, gave me permission to cry it out. Which, I totally needed, I didn’t want to cry in the car, and was planning on once we got to the park to find somewhere semi-private and have a mini-freak-out session. Then she also taught me how to check my tire pressure when we got back to school. Which, by the way was indeed the problem.

I hate, hate, hate the fact that I have to leave this school. I don’t want to and the thought of leaving my best friends tares me up inside. Part of me feels like I’m letting them down, another part is afraid we won’t stay in touch. I don’t really care about anyone else except them from this school. Which isn’t entirely true, there are others I care about, and I will stay in contact with them as much as possible, but obviously these four girls are the ones I care to stay in contact with the most.

I’m afraid of forgetting the memories, and I wonder did I make enough this semester to last? I have one and a half weeks left to make memories. The whole reason why I came back this semester was to make it something to last.

So, I apologize in advance, I’m sure my posts for a while are going to be very repetitive over the fact that “I’m leaving Greenville and I don’t want to.”

I’m leaving Greenville..... and I really, don’t want to.