I knew I wasn’t the only person who didn’t like pants!
But then again, it could be worst…
I’m just so emotionally tired. I don’t like crying; I’m so over everything. I thought I could take it, I didn’t think it mattered, I said I was okayy. But it was all a lie. A lie that no one believed, not even myself.
“I set myself up for disappointment.”
I thought it’d be easier the fourth time around. Especially after UCLA, but eh… I guess you just never know. This is just college, and I’m already lost…. what the heck am I gonna do with the rest of my life?
I need to realize, just because I want something, doesn’t mean I’m gonna get it. You would think that’s imprinted into my mind by now, but bad habits die hard.
Lesson learned: Expectations led to disappointment.
I’m done expecting anything. Time to distract myself with life.



