Everything will be okay.

[jafsica]

September 19 was a lot easier than August 19.

I'm sick of school already.
I love Spanish because it's so easy, it makes me feel smart.
I mean, it's really only so easy because I took it before.
'Tis refreshing.

I should get to bed.
Class tomorrow.
Well, class every weekday.
At least tomorrow's a pretty short day. 3 classes.

I did spend a lot of time thinking today, reflecting.

Part of me felt very good and happy, yet full of grief at the same time.
I still had a sense of peace that somehow, everything will be okay.
My roommate kicks ass. She's a sweetheart and very easy to live with.
I'm alive. I'm pretty lucky.
Even though it sucks sometimes.
I'll find a way to pull through.