One
It's 2:30 AM, my throat is swollen, and I can barely think straight. There are so many things I find myself incapable of: letting people in; letting go; letting those who deserve one, have a second chance; letting myself have a second chance.
My life as of late seems to be a repeating cycle of second chances. School, friendships, love-- all for me to make stronger the second time around. To my closest friends, please don't let me fuck this opportunity up. I know I'm meant for something greater than retail.
It's odd that as a Comminucations major, the one thing I was most incapable of was comminucating. I constantly question the what-if's. What if I had stayed in Boston? What if I had finished out the school year? What if I had continued my internship? I think the entire time I was looking for something in Boston that I wasn't able to find. It was the coldest place I had ever lived. Somehow I still miss it.
My life as of late seems to be a repeating cycle of second chances. School, friendships, love-- all for me to make stronger the second time around. To my closest friends, please don't let me fuck this opportunity up. I know I'm meant for something greater than retail.
It's odd that as a Comminucations major, the one thing I was most incapable of was comminucating. I constantly question the what-if's. What if I had stayed in Boston? What if I had finished out the school year? What if I had continued my internship? I think the entire time I was looking for something in Boston that I wasn't able to find. It was the coldest place I had ever lived. Somehow I still miss it.