Futures are not what they're cracked up to be

So, this is my first post in a long time. I would write long with multiple o's, but then it would be "luh-ooh-ng" which most definitely is incorrect pronunciation. Carrying on.
Will's at camp again. He was there for a week, back for a week because he was sick, and is back at camp again. I've hardly done anything with my summer. Actually, I'm lying because I've done a lot - it just doesn't feel like I've done much and that my summer is quickly slipping through my fingers like sand or tiny microscopic shoes or something. Although deep down I'm excited about going to State and having my own apartment and being with Will and living alone, I'm starting to realize that that's exactly what I'll be there, at least for a while: alone. I mean, yeah I'll have Will, but he won't be available all of the time. I won't be able to just call up Geneva and see what she's doing or head over to Carlo's no matter what time of day and hang out on his bed while Charles and Carlo play separate computer games yet both still manage to poke fun at me. I won't get texts at five o'clock on the dot asking "Dinner?" from Aimée, and I won't be at Adventure Time or Glee get-togethers. I won't be able to walk to breakfasts with Mark (and sometimes Joss), hearing about his crazy dreams while I quack at the ducks to make myself feel better that it's cold. I won't be an eleventh wheel anymore, which is cool, I guess, but because I didn't have Will there I could become a part of everyone else's relationships, which was really really cool. No more constant Youtube quotes at the lunch table. No more dreaming about Olan Rogers with the Wossle. Even living with Nique was made more bearable because I knew I could just go to Carlo's or Mark's or the Quad whenever I'd had enough. Basically the only thing I won't miss is Awkward Charles, but I'll still miss our crazy schemes (and codenames) that let us escape from his mustachioed grasp.
I am excited about going to State and living in the city and having Will within walking disctance, and I know I'll eventually have a great time there. I just haven't seen my SMCM friends all summer, and I know I'm at least partially to blame because I haven't really talked to them aside Facebook and random texts. And as my single-apartment, five-hours-away North Carolina life is revealing itself on the nearing horizon, I'm just really starting to realize how much I'm really, really going to miss my friends and my life at St. Mary's.
Also, I'm worried that my friends will stop talking to me after I leave like my friends from Slidell did. So there's that, too. Luckily I recently bought a Shakespeare Woot shirt, which will brighten my spirits. I also bought black and white polka dot towels. The end.