Half of my life is over

I'm done being a sophomore. Done. Over. I've officially finished the first two years of college. Go me. Wow. I got this far.

I have no clue what I'm supposed to do or feel now.

I've been in a rut lately. It's easier for me to pretend not to care than actually face my feelings. There's something about apathy. You just don't care. Don't care. It’s denial and indifference and repression in full effect. Honestly, I care so much it hurts, but pretending to be indifferent and aloof and dead inside has its charms.

I mean, should I be overjoyed? Really? I'm not feeling any of those things. Why should I? I'm in my self-impose limit on human interaction and life experiences phase.

Let's recap my first two years shall we? Hmm...picked classes, went to classes, and passed classes. That's pretty much it. Clubs? Nope. Friends? Some. Any social interaction? Few if any. Parties? Zilch. Zero. Noooooooooooo.

I didn't have any of those crazy college parties. I didn't involve myself enough. That's probably my biggest downfall to a satisfying college experience.

Screw the experience.

Just give me my damn degree, buddy.