Not an end, but a start, or so I believe

I hope my sleeplessness will disappear soon, or I'll collapse.  I think the reason behind my insomnia this week is the hollow feeling that things I'm familiar with will be gone.

After spending another night feeling depressed about the fact that I'll be leaving here in 40 hours and couldn't fall asleep at all, I finally came to the same conclusion as before, when I graduated from junior high school: go out there, do something and prove your existence.  There's no help in whining about the past, but I certainly can change the future.  Let memory be just memory.  I just have to move on.

Commencement, commence, start.  Good word choice.