And so it eventually hops out, laying there, startling and bare. Now that it’s here, in my lap, what am I suppose to do about it? Live on like it never happened? That’s a lie. Because it did, and ignoring facts is not the same as erasing them (if only I could). A part of me, albeit small, almost wish that I didn’t find out. After all the anger, I just feel really sad. Truth tends to be inconvenient, though maybe only in the short-term. But in the interim, between the short-term and what Keynes so famously spoke of, the truth can also be helpful.

In short, this is just another lesson in growing up, a night of interesting discoveries.

It’s my last semester at Duke and I’m dreading it more than ever. Not because I don’t want college to end, I think I’m outgrowing it, but because it looks like it’s going to be terrible >.<. Blaaahhh

I don’t want to go, I don’t want to go, I don’t want to gooooo……

ok, I’ll stop whining and go finish packing now. *sniff* I’m gonna miss home and my dad and the snow and all the ridiculous holiday fun and bumming around and ahhh i need to stop thinking about this. break is really over *teeeeaaars*

Improve my relationship with others.

1. be a better daughter
2. a better girlfriend
3. a better friend
4. be more social in general

This was prompted by a sudden realization of all the friends I’ve failed to keep in touch with. At the time, it didn’t seem like a big deal. I figured I could always talk to them when I have time. However, time doesn’t wait and more often than not, too much time has passed by and it’s just never the same again.