I don't like talk about my DEEP personal troubles too much, only with a select few people, but I'm really bothered. I graduated, finally, I should be excited, but really I'm depressed. I'm leaving a lot of the friends I know and love, and they are irreplaceable... that's part of it, and now, I just don't feel much purpose, I've always had great plans for my future, but now, it just seems unreal. I'm actually going to have to move forward with it. It's just hard seeing any goal or purpose. For the longest time, I guess I felt I needed to get out of town, out of that dreadful school. Now, I would tolerate all the hillbillies, all the assholes, just to cherish all the moments with the greatest friends I could ever imagine... now... I feel alone. I burst into tears, after I left the graduation party the school throws late at night, when a friend of mine told me, "See ya, Aaron, in a... well... I don't know, hopefully we'll see each other again." I think I can get my plans on track well enough, but I am upset that I'm being separated from my pack of friends. I drove home at 2:20 am, with tears streaming down my face, listening to Beach House's "Take Care" singing along to every other word, and choking up on the rest in my sobs. I come home, sulk up the stairs go to the bathroom, look in the mirror, see the lines of my tears from my eyes to my chin glistening in the yellowish glow from the sodium lights. I hear a light tap on the door, my mother seeing if it was me. I force myself to stop crying and say in a falsely confident voice, "yes..." She says,"oh the party was supposed to go on until 3:00"
"I know, we finished early," said I.
"Is everything ok," she asks."
"Yes"
"Alright..."
I walk on out to go to bed, reach the ladder to my room, and I hear my name called out quietly. It was my mother. I shuffle on over to my parents' room. "So WHY are you home early?" she asks as if she doesn't trust me.
"I TOLD you, they let us out early!" said I.
"Quiet the kids are sleeping over on the floor" she said since I do have family staying over.
"Whatever, I'm going to bed,"
So now since my mother helps nothing. I am further depressed, writing this journal now... I just wish I could take it all back, without having to deal with my ungrateful mother.

On a side note:
I requested the song "Such Great Heights" by The Postal Service for the graduation slide show, and it was on there :3