im ready for my professional life to begin. for the second time. no. for the third time. im sick of people not being there.
i miss my room mates. not a day goes by that i dont think about boston. and the new year makes me think of this past year. and how schizophrenic it all was, not literally, but as metaphorical personification. why did i make certain choices? and i wish i didnt learn certain things about myself through those choices. i mostly like it better in the dark.
and i desperately need a hobby. which is why im going to take up karate, or some martial art.