At the end of a pretty decent day, I got the really fucked up news that I was basically mis-advised when signing up for classes and now there is a definite possibility that I either won’t be able to study abroad in London or I won’t be able to graduate next December. Potentially even both. I’m pissed for sure, but I am mostly unbelievably disappointed. I literally had to choke back tears when I called my mom about it.
Bless my mother forever. She is a wonderful gem that deserves everything in the world.
After the meeting with my dean, I listened to “Last Hope” by my bb’s in Paramore on a loop. That shit is good for the soul, let me tell you.
Trying to stay positive about everything. Praying that London is still a possibility for me. Praying for a lot of things right now, actually.
I don’t even know myself at all
I thought I would be happy by now
The more I try to push it
I realize – gotta let go of control