do you ever get mad at yourself because youre not even good at the things you thought you were good at
i understand that school is important and education is important but i feel like there’s a huge difference between a healthy amount of challenge in order to do better and being so stressed about school that you break down and cry
I feel unbelievably lucky to be able to fall asleep next to the love of my life every night. Like right now. I’m clearly awake. We have found a way to (somewhat) comfortably fit a 6 ft tall boy and my 5 ft tall self in a twin sized bed. I lean on his right side. His skin is cool, but a bit clammy. One hand of his rests on my head, the other on his chest. He faces away from my, breathing onto the wall rhythmically. A slight snore here or there. He looks so calm when I look over and watch his sleeping face. He is my everything. He is my sunshine that warns me and nourishes me. He is all I’ve wished for: a loving, friendly, kind mate. And now I must join him in his land of dreams. I must flee my stressful collegiate waking-life and traverse the dreamy abyss where I can do anything I want. Dance on a cloud. Go back in time. Do nothing. Whatever.