One thing I can tell you, is that I’m a lot better. I’m no longer wanting to wake up in the morning and think about the things I don’t have, the things I’m missing out on, and the things I tell myself I need to forget. Now I wake up looking for the bright sun and hoping that today will be equally good, if not, better than it was the day before. 

I look forward to the new people I talk to. This term has already defined certain people, certain goals, and high expectations for what I need to accomplish and who I need to be. Working patiently I hope to get through this term successfully. I hope to plan my time accordingly and take responsibility. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t so responsible, but then who would I be, right?

I’m nervous and excited to see where this could go. Talking to him is just more than I can ask for in itself. There’s nothing that I could think of that might make me as satisfied. I think to myself sometimes, about him, about the situation, and I get so consumed with the pleasure I have to take a deep breath to just contain myself. It’s incredible how it could make me feel. Patiently, nervously excited.