I remember my awe and calculated optimism around this time last year. I was so excited for things to come, for the future and what it would mean for me, for us. For everything. I remember all the things we were going to do and all the plans we made.
Although it means nothing now, It was all I could think about then. It’s terribly funny how things change.
I don’t know what the fuck gpoy means.
I’m such a fucking slacker
I’ve got so much to do tonight that’s still undone.
10 pages of a report,
8 pages of an outline,
and 50 note cards.
sigh
Glorious news comrades.
31 fucking days of high school left in my entire life.
I know that feel.
Waahhh waaaahhhh wahh”
Also, shit* and shit*.
My rose colored glasses routinely lie to me about the past. I guess that’s a big part of the problem.
There are two ways of thinking. Two different people showed me them. They are both poisonous. The difference is that one kills you with idealism and the other kills with you indifference.