Lamentations

I sit alone in my room. Not alone, really, because my roommate Greg is here, but he is asleep so it doesn't really count. All the other people I hang out with are at a party, but because I'm not a theatre kid my place was here.
So I sat. Mostly in solitude. And as per the norm, while in solidarity I turned my thoughts inwards and meditated. This time on my group. Or lack there of, I guess. I'm not a theatre kid, I'm not an art kid, I'm not even one of the geeks here. At least last year I was one of the 8th Floor South kids, that meant something, people knew that. But I can't even claim that I'm a 7th floor West kid, I'm not here enough. Not that I would really want to if I could, anyway. I looked over some old pics of me and the gang, I cried a little inside. I miss them and every now and then it hits me that no matter what I do, that part of my life is over. Who I am is for the most part who I was, but I can't be that anymore. Almost enough to make me uncomfortable in my own skin.
The Infinity MydKnyght is lvl 20 now. He has a new costume and a cape and everything.
I feel a familiar trend starting, and I'm not sure how I like it.