Something.

One day I climbed out of my bitter shell.
I'm not entirely sure when or how it happened, it did.
My hatred died for the people that didn't deserve the hate.
My love grew for those deserving of such love.
My smile bloomed into something real.

I'm scheduled for four classes this fall; panic attack soon.
With the stress of moving, school, acceptance, and work,
I've taken to a minor affair with pot.
It'll pass.
Do I want it to?
What do I want?

Bottom of The World

The violin experience is progressing, steadily. I'm glad I decided to pick it up because it feels so natural, smooth, deep, and poetic. It feels second nature.

"Hustle Rose" has been on repeat for me. It's by far my favorite Metric song. I'm not entirely sure what it is but the song is curing something in me.

My weekend is going to be spent recovering and sleeping.