Holy. Shit. I graduated from high school twenty years ago. Somehow.
I mean, I get how time works. But I suppose since I didn’t really know what to do with myself after I turned 30 – never expected to get past that point, I guess – my confusion with what this actually means shouldn’t surprise anyone.
And before you ask, no, I will not be going to my twenty-year reunion. Not because I’m harboring ill will for people that I went to school with; I just … don’t wanna go? Plus, current school is a bit more important to me, so I’ll just have to wax nostalgic by making another playlist.