Anger
At first, your friends admired your dedication; now they don’t even remember your name. Like a guy the morning after, you’ve officially gone ghost. Hours have turned into days, days have turned into months, and before you know it, you’ve fallen off the face of the social calendar. It’s easy to pretend that you’re happy with your decisions to be responsible by vehemently burying yourself in logical reasoning and reading comprehension - until you see that Snapchat of your friends getting shitfaced off of mimosas at the new brunch spot that you recommended. Because you’re a masochist, you watch it again...and again...and again. Cue the part where you flip the table, burn your prep material, and walk the fuck out because you’re #overit. Just kidding, you’re not leaving the library for another five hours.