Saying Goodbye to Something that was Kinda 'Home'

So graduation is somewhere around the corner (not the ceremony, that is years away...well months away...this is just the leaving university bit) and we're loaded with so much of work, assignments, final projects, making up with one another.
It is the most hectic month I have ever had in three years of university, where I'd long for weekends with friends and dread waking up on Sunday morning BUT this was the best month of my life!
I wonder why all of the three years wasn't as much fun as this, even if it meant we were working.
In these past few weeks, I've made some really great friends... and I've had some of the most awesome weekends ever thanks to my boyfriend and my best friend (who doesn't know he's my best friend but he will sooner or later).
I've learnt a lot about time management and cooperation with people you don't necessarily get along with, and if you look closer and just talk to them, they aren't that bad. In fact they are just like you.
And then there are those people who just suffocate you with their attempt at being quirky, when deep down in their heart they know it's failing every time... these are the people you are glad to leave behind.

I am going to miss making friends, and breaking them, and keeping them, and sleeping at coffee spots and talking but not ordering anything, and wondering when the next restaurant is going to open because it seems yummy but in truth you don't have time to walk up to it and buy anything (but it never opened anyway...), and eating the same Indian food and having the same fights and the same confrontations and the same pathological liar in the group, and calling ourselves a group, and throwing surprises during birthdays and clicking tons of memories and saving them in a folder called university-final sem, and laughing and gossiping and bitching, and comparing results and works, and getting annoyed at who did better, and not talking to them for a week, and life as I know it right now...

I am going to miss this all.