Mostly I’ve just been stressed about my thesis, but then there’s graduation just looming over me. It keeps whispering “what’s next” or “who’s going to hire you”. Then there’s my best friend’s wedding all like “are you ready to give your BFF away” and “who’s next”. Then there’s Mexico getting my mind off of things and a boy whom I’m awaiting a fantastic month to spend with mainly him because he lights it all up. He has put a spark in my heart where my hope lies and I had no idea I needed that until he appeared out of nowhere.
I crave these nights I have to spend by myself just pondering all of my possibilities. The nights I feel alone with the moon my thoughts seem to spew out of my head into less than eloquent however urgent words onto a blog that three people read. I should write in my diary more.
Here is my chance to make my world a better place to be. And here I am, on a stoop in north O in April writing to an audience of three.