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Dear LJ,
Finals suck. Dead week on the quarter system is worse. Why is it acceptable to assign more work during dead week? It doesn't quite make sense. That aside, this quarter seems to have vanished. Spring break seems like it was so long ago... but I feel like I still have one more month before summer. Odd. I'm not ready to go back. Probably because I have no idea what I will be doing. I hope I end up staying around town. That would be nice. Forget.
I thought being busy was supposed to make you forget.
But if 10 weeks seems like an eternity ago, hopefully another 12 will be the cure. I know exactly what I want and what I can't stand. I wish I had known sooner but that's the way of things. I am perfectly happy with where I am, so why do I think this will make me so much happier? The two are incomparable. If I'm good now then not being spoiled won't rot me.
Yes?
I just miss being told that I am loved.
One day... maybe tomorrow? Hopefully.
This is slightly ironic. I never would have known what a treasure you were if you hadn't been so akin to the pyrite that led me down this particular shortcut to hell. I hope you're the marker that directs me back to the high road, because I am so enamored of your shine that I would follow you into oblivion.
Stupid, silly girl. I need to stop lying to myself. But perhaps if you lose me in the dark, perhaps if I am isolated, scared, and alone, with no signs or charlatans to dare me to hope, perhaps...
perhaps...
perhaps?
Perhaps I may learn to trust myself again.
Finals suck. Dead week on the quarter system is worse. Why is it acceptable to assign more work during dead week? It doesn't quite make sense. That aside, this quarter seems to have vanished. Spring break seems like it was so long ago... but I feel like I still have one more month before summer. Odd. I'm not ready to go back. Probably because I have no idea what I will be doing. I hope I end up staying around town. That would be nice. Forget.
I thought being busy was supposed to make you forget.
But if 10 weeks seems like an eternity ago, hopefully another 12 will be the cure. I know exactly what I want and what I can't stand. I wish I had known sooner but that's the way of things. I am perfectly happy with where I am, so why do I think this will make me so much happier? The two are incomparable. If I'm good now then not being spoiled won't rot me.
Yes?
I just miss being told that I am loved.
One day... maybe tomorrow? Hopefully.
This is slightly ironic. I never would have known what a treasure you were if you hadn't been so akin to the pyrite that led me down this particular shortcut to hell. I hope you're the marker that directs me back to the high road, because I am so enamored of your shine that I would follow you into oblivion.
Stupid, silly girl. I need to stop lying to myself. But perhaps if you lose me in the dark, perhaps if I am isolated, scared, and alone, with no signs or charlatans to dare me to hope, perhaps...
perhaps...
perhaps?
Perhaps I may learn to trust myself again.