I think writing can cure almost any sadness I face.

Be it a tumblr post, a blogspot post, a ragequit in my diary, or an OhLife…writing about it makes me feel better.

And I can’t write about it now. It’s not working, the words aren’t coming, and I hate it so so much.

So we’ll wait.

And in these moments of horrible tragedy, I am reminded of how very grateful I am that my loved ones,

despite the annoyances and fights and distance and miscommunications,

are safe.

I spent way too much time personalizing my dorm room considering it’ll all be gone in ten weeks.

Nerdy socks.

I honestly thought grades were just a high school problem.  Like obviously I wanted to get good grades in college, but I never ever expected to get straight As and I never thought people would care so much about that.

But people do care about getting perfect four points and all that. Still.

Despite the Facebook statuses, and the Dean’s list, and the constant comparisons, and the competitive nature that still persists even after we all successfully made it to this great university..

despite all of that, it is important to feel proud of what you’ve accomplished in those past 10 weeks.

And so I will.

Missin it

The Wind has got to be the most underrated Fray song…ever.

I think one can make a million assumptions based on real interactions with one person and still be utterly, completely ignorant about this person’s life.

But who are you if not the compilation of your actions?