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Oh man. Tomorrow is the one-month anniversary of my relationship with Helmut, i.e. my pneumonia. Worst anniversary ever. So far in this month, I have gotten C's on two midterms, had a CANCER scare, two phone breakdowns, one in-person breakdown, broken too many promises to count, and several incidents where I have been unrationally bitchy--just not myself.
So, yes. it has turned out to be the worst semester I've had here in many ways.
but
I've learned... to listen to myself, to accept imperfections, that a little love makes up for many shortcomings, that fast-paced is not necessarily better, who my true friends are, that one can lose weight despite eating a whole gallon of cookies n cream, and that some people will stand by me no matter what.
When I am well, I am going to live this year up. You'd better believe it. I do not intend to spend the rest of my time worrying. never again. I've finally learned what I need, and it's not killing myself to succeed and win the approval of others.
See ya.
So, yes. it has turned out to be the worst semester I've had here in many ways.
but
I've learned... to listen to myself, to accept imperfections, that a little love makes up for many shortcomings, that fast-paced is not necessarily better, who my true friends are, that one can lose weight despite eating a whole gallon of cookies n cream, and that some people will stand by me no matter what.
When I am well, I am going to live this year up. You'd better believe it. I do not intend to spend the rest of my time worrying. never again. I've finally learned what I need, and it's not killing myself to succeed and win the approval of others.
See ya.