I worked on my calendar today. The warped and superstitious part of me doesn't feel right talking about it, but should I make it through this semester -- determinedly, passionately, successfully -- I will graduate.
It feels pivotal and strange and scary. I'm not after a magic number, a dream degree, I still don't know how to answer with what I want to be.
I just want to work hard, play hard and be the best I can be. And have nights like the Saturday just been, take runs like the one I took yesterday afternoon, and feasts with my special people.
I just want to live life like it was meant to be: without guilt after fun, and trepidation over writing. I really feel that life will begin after, and good enough will be more than enough.
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This entry made me dream very hard too.
I don't think I've ever really felt like this before.
It's like I finally have a proper dream.
Ohhh November..
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The sweetest friends
One taken by April
Two taken by Elise
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