Beginning of the End

I'm sort of melancholy recently. This is the end of sorts. No longer a kid. On my own.

Except not really on my own. People still expect things of me. Wife, kids, good job, all that. But I don't really desire these things. I hardly know what I want. I think I know what I don't want, which is a start. Sidetracked, right.

So it's my last semester of my last year of college. I've not done much I dreamed of. I did a lot I'm not proud of. I can't help but feeling like I failed. Like I didn't accomplish anything here. No revolution or anything, you know? Not even the start. I've not come out of my shell. I'm probably not such a great friend, etc.
(I'm starting to feel glad no one reads this much)

So, what now? I've done what was asked, what do I do now?

I guess I have to start looking.