You tell me you're interested, and I'll drop everything

With my parents working and my brother in class, I was all alone in an empty house. And if anyone has a history of depression like I do, you'd know that depression and loneliness is like prozac and gin. I spent the past week trying to find something to do. Naturally, I went to my friends to solve this problem.
Monday (without my family knowing) I traveled to Milledgeville with my dear friends Maurice,Lori, and her love interest Juan. I said my goodbyes to them, and spoke empty promises of going to see them soon. The truth is that with them on the other sides of the state, I probably won't even remember what they look like. Which is sad, because they have been such a huge part of my high school life. In fact we got on talking about college and adulthood and we sounded like our parents.It got me concerned. Can a friendship built in a different environment, with different situations, and with younger versions of ourselves ever have the same friendship? Can our relationships grow with us? Or do we stay stuck in that state of nostalgia with our friends, like two old war buddies discussing the good old days? do we have to move on?

A terribly old and terrible picture of Maurice and I. My dearest,closest friend.

Both Lori and Maurice moved today, and I'm left alone here. Lonely,frightened of the future, holding on to the past, and craving something to distract me.
 Lets do the math.

I have 9 more days. The square root of this is 3 modernist poetry books (which I bought). Add 2 best friends who moved on to college without me, You get 5 digits. 5 digits is 1 hand or foot. 1 hand= to the opportunity to reach out and grasp.