I graduate this week, with a Psych degree. I don't feel it. I don't feel like I've accomplished anything. I feel the same. I am happy about not having any more papers to do... for now.
I'm not sure when I'll be going to grad school for my Master's and/or Doctorate. I know I should. I have to if I want to practice. I could get a Certification so I can work in an addictions center but... I don't know.

My parents arrive on Saturday, and then on Tuesday I'll be moving back home to Florida. I can't wait to not have to deal with these shitty surroundings. NY just looks...bad. Everything looks run down. Buildings get in the way of the sky. There are barely any stars at night. I think my first night home I'm going to drive out to Nova Road and watch shooting stars all night.