What starts in summer ends in summer… Sorry, not sorry.
Letter to self, because I know I’ll read this a year from now.
SO by this time next year you will be finishing your third semester of nursing school. You WILL [better] be in shape, most likely with two more big tattoos, [only two] and you will be happy. That’s really all I have to say to you because honestly, that’s the only goal.
At the moment you’re dating a guy who’s super sweet and soft hearted, and you’re not sure about what you want or if he’s what you want. And you don’t wanna be a bitch and lead him on to think you want more. I’m just throwing that in there because most likely you’ll be confused about what you want while you’re reading this as well. Also at the moment you’re in the process of moving into the bigger room, and i really do hope that reading this a year from now, you’ll actually be in the bigger room. Right now you’re anxious to get back to school, as you will be next year too except next year you’ll be ready to start your last semester of your undergrad, thinking about your nclex. Right now you’re 22 with the understanding that you’re still too young, and still too broad minded, You still don’t fully understand how the world is your oyster but you’re getting it.
I hope that you’re not bitter while reading this, and I hope that you’re still sweet, still optimistic, still hopeful, still objective, and still open.
<3 2013 maureen
#instasing #laryngitis #bored
August hasn’t been one of my favorite months in such a long time but summer is going well and I don’t know… Something feels right about it.
It’s been about a year and some change since I last spoke to a close friend of mine, and it’s just funny the way things go. He reminded me that last time we spoke I was at an unclear point in my short life with my messed up priorities, school, and the relationship I was in. He reminded me how confused I was about what I wanted and I just think its funny because honestly, I just don’t even remember that conversation. I remember only the gist of everything, and my reasoning being fear in every aspect of what I thought was wrong. Afraid to commit to school, afraid of failure, afraid to get hurt, afraid to fall too hard. Even after getting hurt and all that shit, all that matters is what’s left after. Some things need to break to get better and everyone is afraid of being broken. I always look back at old posts and reminisce on where I was a year ago, and do these monthly posts because I like knowing how far I’ve come. I’ve grown, and I’ve gotten hurt and I’ve failed but I am not bitter. I don’t have excuses for myself, I just know that I’m going to get what I want because I’m willing to try.