That’s it, I’m all graduated up. I’m a real person. The pressure of making the best out of thousands and thousands of dollars worth of class has been replaced by the even greater pressure of making something out of myself.

Currently, I’m living alone in (what amounts to) a studio apartment, where I eat a lot of generic cereal. My new set of goals isn’t something as simple and linear as graduating from a school. I need to become an established, valuable figure in an industry, and do so much beyond that with my personal life. Unfortunately for my nerves, there are no more promises.

I knew I was going to graduate public school. I knew I was going to graduate college. The only guarantee left for me is death… and I better do something epic in the meantime.