Feeling old, thinking about being old. I'm starting to feel passionate again—and I'm terrified. (Since when does that happen?) I'm starting to set goals, and dream big, and feeling that same hope and fear I felt when I was a junior in high school. Dangerous.
Studying for finals this quarter isn't as bad as I thought it would be. I cannot study around other people. It's actually impossible. My fault, not theirs. I wish I knew more about designing in Photoshop.
My heart feels like it's going to burst! There are so many things I want to do, so many things I want to see, and all at once! Ahh. Back to endless charts and illegible handwriting...
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