Love. Joy. Belief. Happiness.

Hockey is love. Friends are love. Ian is love.

My life is truly worth living. I am truly worth loving. And I truly love. 

I love tea.

And Sephora.

And friends.

And love.

Infatuation.

Chatting for hours.

Feeling something new and different and scary.

Feeling so grateful.

Feeling me.

As much as I love being here at BU, I cannot wait to get home for Thanksgiving. Coyle won't really pop up on my radar, I don't think. I feel like that's just a poor idea, with drama that just isn't necessary. I worry that "my name's been sullied in the village," as Goody Proctor would say. Regardless, I'm itching to give things a fresh start at ( Read more... )