Not as close to the end as I’d like

This semester has been pretty routine. After the initial week or so getting used to the college format, things got boring. You hear about freshman 15. Try freshman 30. You think amazing frat parties and thursday nights out. Try two hour commutes, little to no friends, and 11 o’clock bedtimes. I wonder when college became to mundane. Maybe its time to add some variety. Maybe I should join that fraternity. Maybe I should stop heading straight home. The thing is, even if I tell myself to hang around, my significant other wishes otherwise.
“Be home soon!””When do you get back today? 6? Why so late?””Have lunch with me on Fridays. You don’t have class anyway.””Fine, go hang out with your friends. Just don’t bother me when I’m with mine. Oh, now you don’t want to? It’s either one or the other; you have to choose”
Why not both? Why not all? Why not???
They’re all the same problems since day one. I can’t bring myself to say no. I guess I’m just a bit afraid.
People say “Why did you choose to stay in NY for your boyfriend? That’s so stupid.” Maybe it is. Who knows? But now that I am here, I plan opn making the most out of it. So what if all my friends are male? So what?
When I say that I wish it were the end, it reminds me of a conversation I had with a friend. I just want to fast forward to graduation. I want to fast forward to whatever I want to be.