today i allowed myself to bathe in nostalgia. i allowed myself to go back to sophomore year and the summer time. and, at the time, i felt miserable. not because of others, but just because. hopes were raised only to be dropped. bonds were broken, many which could be repaired.

i don't look back on these memories with distain or longing. i just look back on them.

i'm happy to be a second semester senior.