Crazy for feeling so lonely...

I'm sitting here with Patsy Cline running on repeat through my head. I wish I
paid enough attention to get the whole song stuck, but I've only got a few
random lines.

I just found out that a number of my classmates are not coming back. I knew it
would happen, but somehow this made it sink in. Some I did not know very well,
but a few were friends of mine. It hurts to think that I won't be seeing them
in the fall. Its all very well to hear about people not coming back in other
classes; it's easy to say that it's for the best and whatever else comes to
mind. I'm finding that its another story for dealing with your own class - odd,
how that makes a difference. I've been told it is inevitable, that the trend
will continue. Now I have a better idea of what he meant when he wondered who
in his class would make it to graduation. I guess I can let myself miss them
now...

Earlier today I was listening to the radio and a song came on that made me
start wondering: what is the difference between surviving and living? Just to
hear it, surviving connotes getting by, hand to mouth, making it but just
barely. No time for music, or art, or relaxation; no time for pleasure in
general. You are just too busy keeping body and soul together, as it were.
It seems that life ought to be more than this. I think I will bring this up
while I drink tonight.