College is a bigger challenge than any of us could anticipate.
I know, because I’m sitting here in the library where I’ve been for the past day, and the amount of students sleeping in here is insane.
GG, let’s take advantage of the 24/7 Library and cram together. LOL.
"She’s sunny one minute then she’s pouring down rain"
I’m losing more respect for myself the deeper I delve into this pit that I thought was originally a gold mine.
It’s just secret after secret, problem after problem, mistrust and betrayal, and an entire environment that I was trying so hard to avoid.
Fear nothing face everything, but we find ourselves here, fearing one another with our backs against our backs.
Almost there. Less than 24 hours.
"1. Never trust a boy who speaks in rhymes.
2. The amount of flowers he brings you doesn’t mean as much as you may perceive it to be.
3. The way he treats your siblings will reflect how he treats his own family - the same goes for how he treats animals.
4. If he opens up to you, search for the genuineness instead of absorbing every words that comes out of his mouth
5. No matter what you convince yourself to believe, or what he convinces you to believe, you do not need him.
6. Break ups are made to build up; a couple of tears were never a reason to give up permanently.
7. If he emphasizes your flaws, then he has to fix himself before he can even consider being a part of your life.
8. How tightly he holds your hand can demonstrate two types of personalities, it really depends on how tightly you hold his.
9. Intimacy is heard through the eyes, felt through the memories, and experienced through happiness. Never let anyone convince you otherwise.
10. If he treats you like a queen, treat him equally. If he reduces in attention, you mimic. This is not fire with fire, but mutual understanding.
11. If he does speak in rhymes, speak to him in riddles."
The strength that I have found in your eyes have empowered my own and I truly know that we’re in this together.
All the way until the finish.
"I’ll fight for you, but I will not compete for you"
My aggression has finally turned into progression, and I have found construction instead of complaints,
all of the burdens and weight surprisingly made
me a lot more appreciative of what surrounds me.
"And it’s hard to hate someone once you understand them."
At age 6, I told my mom and dad that I was going to be a doctor because they instilled in me that it was the only way to succeed in the US.
At age 13, I told them that I was going to be a video game designer because I loved playing video games everyday after school.
At age 17, I told them that I was going to be a politician because I wanted to represent for the underrepresented.
At age 21, I told them that I was going to be an academic because I wanted to change the way people think.
At age 24, I tell them that - whether or not I become any of these things - I am going to make them proud."
Maybe this monstrous personality that I boast about so proudly is something that is not to be presented so frequently.
Perhaps it’s something of an embarrassment, the reason for my demise, and my reason for losing you.