One of the most heartbreaking things I’ve realized in the past three weeks of my first summer home from college is that after hanging out with certain people I walk away not being able to see our friendship in three years.
People have moved to different cities or are in different countries or have built complete separate families that don’t include me and I know I’m sounding like a whiny 4 year old but guise those were muh bitches and I don’t like that this is happening.
the sniffles have arrived ON MY FACE and ugh I feel like a pile of poop
Maybe I can’t perfectly boil an egg or make one of those foam leaf things on top of coffee but I know I’d be good at loving you, if you’d let me.
Being away from home was so much harder than I thought. Coming back was like slipping into a pair of shoes you’ve worn for years. They’re perfectly molded to you and know you and have traveled with you and carry all those beautiful memories from past adventures.
I’m growing roots in Ohio though, enough to make me miss it. But oh, it’s just so nice to be back in Louisville.
rediscovering vampire weekend I’m very happy about this
I’m just waiting for tomorrow to be over. 12:00-6:00 I’m testing with only three 15 minute breaks. UGH cawllege I hate you
you know what’s really sad? When I get an A on something the first thing I want to do is tell my parents. none of this is for me. I spend hours upon hours studying, and cry and pull my hair out and finally crawl across the finish line for THEM. It’s because I love them and I want them to be proud of me but no, none of this is for me.
I learned to love every line on my face
every curve on my body
I learned that imperfection
and it’s still hard
but I’m learning
college is ruff
all they feed you is stuff like fried chicken or oreos and then they make you stay up all night sitting in a chair and so freshman fifteen comes into existence yeah me no like
I have a very detailed list of the things that I need to do for the next week starting today and if I even detour just a little this whole thing is going to fall apart so hopefully with the help of a large quantity of americanos and a small miracle I can pull this bitch off.
I just want to move back home and be where I became a whole person but at the same time I can’t imagine never coming back here