A year of lasts

Tonight is the last home game.

The last one forever.

I hate growing up.

I almost just cried and cried today.

I’m going to miss them so much. I really have gotten to love my class. I love them for all of their imperfections. I love them at all times because they’re a part of me. Especially the ones that I’ve been with since Kindergarten. It’s so scary to imagine walking down the hall and not seeing the people that I’ve spent my whole lives with.

I’m really really really sad.