Me packing lunch
We have seen their kind before:
I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain undefinable something.
I find it so hard and frustrating to go against my own mother on this. She really doesn’t want me to go to college. At all. It breaks my heart. I am really on my own on this. But I got to chin up, I’ll do it. I am so close.
My mom’s biggest concern about me finding roomates: “all girls floor?? But what if they’re lesbians??”
Jesus lord am I so glad I am straight because clearly she is a homophobe if all she cares about is if my future classmates are lesbians. Last time that I talk to her about all this college process. She really outdoes herself with her racist/sexist/ignorant remarks every darn time. I am so tired of trying to open her mind when she clearly thinks I know nothing. UGH FALL BE HERE ALREADY
we’re halfway thru april, u know what tht means?