Throwback to the one night I spent in Charlotte in order to eat a buttery grilled cheese (but the sprouts make it healthy... right?).
I haven't been able to depict my happy in pictures since Sunday.
Happy is spending a couple hours discovering the things you've always had in common. Why-didn't-I-meet-you-sooner syndrome.
Happy is not campus food, as I learned.
Happy is thinking about spending my spring break driving around my desert homeland. I have yet to do the post-grad self reflection//yolo-ing around the world business.
Happy is not this floating, jumbled gray mass that represents my future.
Being forced to re-evaluate my future. Why do I buckle under pressure when it comes to life decisions? That's not what you wanna hear... I mean, I'm totally in control of my life (and not prone to being dragged to the most shameless spot in Durham)...
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