Moving On.

I feel a lot better. A weight is gone.
I know I still have shit to do before I'm there, and I know I still don't know where there is, but that's okay.
I'm content.

Listening to: Broken Bells
Reading: Buddha Boy

I'm applying to college, I've decided I'd like to learn to bartend... still sort of loose on the career thing. The bartending's just to entertain and maybe make a little money, not for a forever thang. It'd just be neat, y'know?
I'm gonna go clean my room.

Love is so potent sometimes, it's hard to contain.

Irregular

Some people are shits.
It's really frustrating, being able to understand and sympathize with why they're such shits.

Maybe I'll grow into it.