I remember having conflicting feelings as my high school graduation neared. I mostly couldn’t wait to get the hell out of Atlantic City, New Jersey and move to NYC. There I would let my freak flag fly, find people who were into the same (old) music and poetry as me, and get a chance to live a life like all my artistic heroes: Lou Reed, Dee Dee Ramone, Edie Sedgewick. But I knew my high school friendships, though there were only a few I genuinely cared about, were about to be permanently altered. I was sad about ending that chapter, but I’m a pragmatic kind of girl. Whether you’re a ruthless pragmatist or a character on One Tree Hill, your feelings about The End are totally valid.