“All roads out of hell lead home.”
― Shannon L. Alder
I have not died or dropped off the planet. I’ve been kind of preoccupied with school and where I’ve been residing during the school week doesn’t have WiFi.
There’s not much new that’s going on other than the fact that I’m taking 17 credit hours and feeling slightly overwhelmed. It’s like from day one, I’m jumping in feet first.
I may have burned the bridge with Superman. It was time. I don’t know what else to say other than that. I’d like to rant about it, maybe someday I will but for now, I’ll just leave it at that.
I am still in contact with Batman. I’m not sure what to say on that front. It’s. . . complicated.
I can’t wait to meet the me of four years from now. She’ll evny my ignorance of things to come but I envy her wisdom of things that have passed and/or will pass.
I have come to a stand still in the case against my mom’s husband. I don’t want to deal with it. It’s immature of me but I don’t want to deal with the responsibility and consequences of it. Maybe if I ignore it then it will go away. I’ve applied that logic to a few problems in my life and they never turned out well. Wishful thinking on my part.
Here’s to a new semester of passing grades, fun-filled school activities, boring lectures, all nighters, and the hopeful return of a couple scholarships.