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Looking back on my entries here... makes me feel like I've been perpetually 16 for the past two-plus years. I'm ready to grow up... do I have what it takes yet?
Or will I forever be harboring these massive emotions that take me up and sweep me away?
Shy. Wanting. Quiet. Desperate. And then loud and explosive, sometimes too late...
This dramatic sense of being is bogus, I tell you. I'm done with woe is everything, I'm done with I can't believe I'm soooo lucky.
Let's try on pride. Let's try on willpower. Let's try on something beautiful and gleaming.
One hour to get my shit together and have it presentable for midterm.
Let's see if I can keep this ship sailing.
Or will I forever be harboring these massive emotions that take me up and sweep me away?
Shy. Wanting. Quiet. Desperate. And then loud and explosive, sometimes too late...
This dramatic sense of being is bogus, I tell you. I'm done with woe is everything, I'm done with I can't believe I'm soooo lucky.
Let's try on pride. Let's try on willpower. Let's try on something beautiful and gleaming.
One hour to get my shit together and have it presentable for midterm.
Let's see if I can keep this ship sailing.