when i was a freshman i remember i couldn’t sleep because comstock was too loud.
now i’m home, graduated, and i can’t sleep because i can’t hear comstock.
going through pictures instead of paper writing. ugh no. ugh yes. fuck.
also
“i write the same, ramble the same, like the same pictures and love stories and quotes. i haven’t gotten any smarter and a lot of things i posted are relevant in a whole new way to my life. i didn’t change. at all. but i changed things. the people i rely on, and my priorities….you can literally read through and watch my entire focus shift towards me. making me better. being happy, motivated, and goal oriented.”
- my past self
gental reminder, meg.
that is all.