A little progress.
Better dreams and half a plan for the future beyond college and career. Pretty good chance all I want is bad for me, but things change, inevitably, and that has to be a good thing or this is hell and I'd better just resign myself to it. I've grown so much, it's only fair that I allow that the rest of the world has grown too. Grown out of some of the rage and wrongness that struck me so hard the first time around, grown into everything I saw in moments of bliss and peace between the storms. I remember it all, I promise, good and bad and everything I ever said and did about it. Gonna go watch a dance concert this weekend. Not gonna compromise this time.