All of the graduates in their slick gowns and honor ribbons walking around campus are getting me down.

To be fair, I can fly back and go to my own ceremony, which is in about a week and a half. I have no desire to, though. I barely know anyone there anymore and it might be depressing, considering how much my father would have liked to see this. So fuck it.

It doesn't keep me from feeling like a bit of a loser, though.