Don’t cry because it’s over. Cry because you were too drunk to remember it. TSM.

Waking up early and heading straight downstairs to swap stories from last night. TSM.

Liking your sister’s picture before it even loads. TSM.

Talking about the recent graduates like they died, because you know a part of them did. TSM.

Wearing letters during a class presentation for recruitment purposes. TSM.

Kinda going to miss freshman year, because I knew none of my hookups were younger than I am. TSM.

God grant me the serenity to accept the grades I cannot change, courage to raise the grades I can, and wisdom to know the difference. TSM.

“Ugh, I am just so over frat guys.”
*Continues to hook up with frat guys.* TSM.