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.
“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.