five point zero
I feel like I need to write something. About what exactly, I don't know. I just want to, you know, let it all out, but I realised that there isn't much to say. When I think about everything that has happened in my life this year, I feel accomplished. Then, not really. Yes I graduated from college, I got myself a job, worked like a dog for 5 months and I did some things that I didn't expect myself to do. However, do those really matter anymore? I sit in my bedroom everyday thinking if this is all gonna be worth it. If what you said comes true, then yeah I'm sorry, I'll go find a hole to hide my face. This time next week I should be trying hard to adapt to a new environment. Excitement is crawling in. I hope it stays this way.