So the food court at my school has a froyo place…
I don’t think I’ve ever been more excited to move in.
I’m not even ashamed.
I will be a high school graduate in 11 days. In 3 months and 14 days, I will be moving into college.
I suddenly feel so unprepared for the rest of my life. I don’t think I’m ready to grow up yet.
Where the fuck has time gone?!
And I just flushed one perfectly good month’s worth of progress down the toilet. Oh well.
Talking to my roommate just makes me 9472674x more excited for the fall. I can’t wait to meet her and everyone else (:
Not even work cheers me up anymore. Marvelous.
Maybe I’m the problem. Maybe that’s why this keeps coming back.
I swear it’s like you do this shit on purpose.
Like are you TRYING to make me as miserable as possible here?
I am honestly sick and tired of this place.
When all I really needed was your love and support, you left. You gave up on me and I’ll never understand why.
That’s fine, though. Just because you’ve given up on me doesn’t mean I have to give up on myself.
I was starving when I was at work. Now I’m home and I seem to have completely lost my appetite.