Nothing is worse than leaving the magical world of Disney. That moment when you realize your vacation is over and you have to go back to reality, well... it sucks. As you're exiting the park, you experience a kind of whole whirlwind of emotions that leaves you feeling like a dog who forgot where he buried his bone. In case you've never experienced this feeling and you're one of those weirdos who didn't have a childhood or something, these are the five stages of grief you experience while leaving Disney.

Stage one: Denial

It’s fine. I'm fine. Everything's fine. I’m honestly probably just mixing up the date today. I won't actually be sitting in a lecture hall taking notes in Sociology tomorrow. I’m in line to ride space mountain for the fifth time today and I'm gonna ride it ten more times tomorrow. Maybe I’m just hungry. I mean, I didn't really eat anything today... that has to be the cause of my hallucinations, right? Also, I’m pretty sure the park literally just opened, there's no way we've already been here for twelve hours. Maybe scrolling through vsco trying to figure out if HB2 or C1 was a better filter to use on the picture I’m about to post with Minnie Mouse messed up the time on my phone. Yeah, that's it. For sure.

Stage two: Anger

This is stupid. It’s honestly not fair that I don’t live in Orlando where I can come to Disney every day. Like I’m actually a Disney princess and that irrelevant Cinderella girl, or whatever her name is, stole my castle and prince charming. That’s honestly so rude of her, I'm writing a strongly worded letter to Walt Disney himself. If you think the Cinderella thing is bad, listen to this... I didn’t even get the dole whip I wanted today..ugh!!! I'm shook.

Stage three: Bargaining

Hey God, it’s me, Taylor. I know I only really hit you up right before I take a major exam or wake up from a nap (praying I didn’t sleep through like 3 days)... but if you could please do me this one favor I would be forever grateful. Please just give me one more day of vacation...JUST ONE MORE DAY, I swear I'll be good. I’ll stop skipping classes when I’m just too tired to go, ignoring the calls from my relatives, give up my excessive drinking habits and just become an all-around good person. All I’m asking for is just one more day to spend here in my favorite place on Earth.

Stage four: Depression

Well, this is it. My life is officially over. I'm probably never coming back here so I’ll just have to live vicariously through the 230 pictures I took this weekend. Wow, my Instagram is so pretty and festive, filled with pictures of me happy in Disney...unlike now. What is this water substance dripping down my face? Oh, my God, those are tears. I am actually crying. I have emotions? OMG I need to go back. I can’t live like this. I think I need therapy... or a puppy... actually both. How do people live like this?!

Stage five: Acceptance

I've come to the conclusion that the vacation had to end, it was for the best. Since the whole Cinderella thing didn't work out, I guess the next best thing will be to get a law degree and become the next Elle Woods. I’m home now so I guess I better hit the books and start the countdown until my next magical trip.