I'm not sure where the year went.
I think all my time was spent in this house with noisy heaters that don't heat.
We're so independent.
We pay our rent with our parents' checks and do our own laundry every six weeks.
We've got two years left.
We're taking baby steps.
I frequently find myself surrounded by assholes chasing finance degrees and their Wall Street dreams, while I have no clue where I want to be.
At least when I get home I know I'll be in good company.
Let's get together and complain about the shitty weather.
I'm rehearsing lines so I remember the good parts, and not just the broken hearts.
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