Growing up is...(Post 1)

 Ok, its been a month since I've got my offer letter. A whole month I have been stressing about the date of joining. God knows when I'll stop stressing. I usually have this habit of obsessing about freakishly irrelevant things or about events which are hardly in my control. Not that I do anything about it, I just obsess and torture everybody around me. Specially P.  Why am I obsessed abut my joining date when starting work is pure torture you say? Well... you see there are a couple of people who I'm very attached to and share a love hate relationship with and they define my existence during these unimaginably boring days(Holidays are boring... can you imagine?). Yep, my gang. But all of them will be leaving by the end of this month, Oh! The heartache! What will I do at home without them? Sigh. Who will I do my shopping with? Who will kick my ass in one of my panic attacks? Who will I make fun of? Who will I hangout with? Who will I talk to about my mom's crazy plans? P, S and N... You are all bad friends! Leaving town before I do. Karma isn't the b***ch.. Growing up is.