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Sex (a lot of sex), endlessly late nights, Jameson, and a job as a waitress. Is this how I pictured my first year out of college? Is this what I worked so hard for, hid in the library on weekends for, cried over A-'s for? Is this the shape my twenties will take? Perhaps. Perhaps I never really pictured this decade. Perhaps my many years of formal schooling bled so seamlessly into each other that, when the last semester of college did not lapse into the next fall's schedule, I lost focus.
And perhaps it will unfold the way it was always meant to, and I just have to have faith.
Or something.
And perhaps it will unfold the way it was always meant to, and I just have to have faith.
Or something.