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On my way home Friday from Elon, I drove passed the skyline of Richmond. And honestly, I teared up a little bit. I've, of course, made a lot of great memories in that city. But as I drove passed it I actually spoke outloud to myself and said:
"I guess this is goodbye."
It's Monday. And I'm sitting in the same desk chair thats housed me for the past nine months. Yeah, so much for goodbye. I've been working non-stop for the past six hours. It is a mad house around here; I didn't even have time to eat lunch.
I heard back from Elon today about financial aide packages.
I also heard back today from Duke about financial aide packages.
And, one more time, VCU got back to me with financial aide packages.
Oh wait! Even though I'm not attending, UF sent me aide information, too.
This weekend has been a dud. Nothing. I sat in my room, alone, all weekend long. Even Friday night. But it did me a lot of good. I feel like such a better and stronger person now. I learned a lot about myself, to which I hope to put to good use over the next few days. These past two months have been pure hell for me, and it's great being able to smile at the end of this time and realize that I am going to be okay. I have outs. I have options. I have possibilities. I have paths. Even though, maybe one door shut, four others opened. I'm trying to learn self-control and expressing myself more clearly. My emotions and feelings matter more than anyone elses in my life, on a personal level- and that is the same for everyone in existence. So, why am I suddenly forgoing my feelings for whatever reason? I've made up my mind not to be pushed around anymore. It's like the old adage goes..
Fool Me Once.
Shame On You.
Fool Me Twice.
Shame On Me.
Fool Me A Bizillion Times After.
You're a Retard.
I'm a good guy. I really am.
It's a shame that others think differently because of what people tell them. Maybe if they only knew the whole truth or at least my side of the story. C'est Le Vie!
"I guess this is goodbye."
It's Monday. And I'm sitting in the same desk chair thats housed me for the past nine months. Yeah, so much for goodbye. I've been working non-stop for the past six hours. It is a mad house around here; I didn't even have time to eat lunch.
I heard back from Elon today about financial aide packages.
I also heard back today from Duke about financial aide packages.
And, one more time, VCU got back to me with financial aide packages.
Oh wait! Even though I'm not attending, UF sent me aide information, too.
This weekend has been a dud. Nothing. I sat in my room, alone, all weekend long. Even Friday night. But it did me a lot of good. I feel like such a better and stronger person now. I learned a lot about myself, to which I hope to put to good use over the next few days. These past two months have been pure hell for me, and it's great being able to smile at the end of this time and realize that I am going to be okay. I have outs. I have options. I have possibilities. I have paths. Even though, maybe one door shut, four others opened. I'm trying to learn self-control and expressing myself more clearly. My emotions and feelings matter more than anyone elses in my life, on a personal level- and that is the same for everyone in existence. So, why am I suddenly forgoing my feelings for whatever reason? I've made up my mind not to be pushed around anymore. It's like the old adage goes..
Fool Me Once.
Shame On You.
Fool Me Twice.
Shame On Me.
Fool Me A Bizillion Times After.
You're a Retard.
I'm a good guy. I really am.
It's a shame that others think differently because of what people tell them. Maybe if they only knew the whole truth or at least my side of the story. C'est Le Vie!