One year down, six semesters to go. One horrible, wonderful, fatalistic way of bursting through college. I have enemies, and maybe friends, and now they're all scattered the the far corners of campus come next year.
Next year, I promise myself, I WILL succeed.
But a niggling corner of me rolls her eyes and tells me I will not change. That I'll still haphazardly scrabble my way through college.
I bite my lip and try to scrub the slate clean.
On the other hand. It's summer, which means time, oh sweet time and attention, for my long-neglected blog.
Oh, salad days
GIFI BOUTIQUE: JUMPIN’ JIVE
15 hours ago
0 coglocutate(s):
Post a Comment