Awkward. Long. Hilarious.
You know, the usual.
I, though, won’t be doing much of that because I already have so much things I need to do. I have a quiz on Wednesday, a paper due Thursday, and an exam Friday. With reading on top of all of that. Omg, I’ve never actually studied in my life.
Apparently, this is how I party. With books.
A month ago I was drawing a bunch of cats on a pieces of paper.
A month ago I was already planning out what I’d do the following month.
A month ago I cared too much for something that was merely thrown away. Something so disposable.
A month ago I thought I was happy with what I was dealing with.
And now, a month later, my self respect has grown and my tolerance for bullshit has so much more. A month ago I was waiting for summer and something to change, but a month later I have made those changes myself.
I can be happy with or without that thing that I waited so long to build up to.
This month and all months ahead of me, I will just do whatever makes me happy.
Now beach time. (: