back in high school i’d lock myself in my room and cry over a low mark for an essay.
NOW
i’ve failed two of my units in speech path and yet it means crapola to me.
*laughs
a friend of mine gave wise words for my eighteenth:
” you may feel anxious about the burdens of the uncertain road ahead. do not fret. you only live once, but if you live it right… once is enough”
