Heart of gold, made with stone.
Verbal comprehension with the intention of seeking a place willing to listen. After all, I can't be any worse off than when these words start to wear off. In the meantime, just tryin' to make sense of all the things I wasn't already aware of.
Verbal comprehension with the intention of seeking a place willing to listen. After all, I can't be any worse off than when these words start to wear off. In the meantime, just tryin' to make sense of all the things I wasn't already aware of.
I came out of my first semester of college with a 3.3 … That’s without my B in Liberal Arts Math (since my math teacher hasn’t gotten around to inputting final grades). Of course, I always tell myself, you could have done better. You should have done better. Nevertheless, coming out of a first semester coma-like period of my life, I feel like my sigh of relief is permissible, even if just for now.
I hope I’m not celebrating too soon, haha. I mean, I know very well that it doesn’t get easier from here. But I still feel like patting myself on the back :D
