Meeting my new roommate tomorrow for lunch. Then work. I really hope tomorrow is a good day...
|An old picture I took. It fits the theme of the rest of this post..|
Maybe it's fear of failing again. Of failing friendships, family, schoolwork - above all, of failing myself... again. I want things to be different. I want to be in a good place where I can feel good about all that I've done and all that I am. I don't want that confident person I was to slip away.
I'll hold on this time. I'll get myself together.