I love that I am an artist and I can do anything that requires creativity. I love that I thrive. I love that I dream about traveling. I woke up this morning excited about the first day of school for another semester. College is wonderful.
I had an incredible idea for a book last night, something for a middle school or high school age.
God, the pressures of school. I love it and hate it. I miss school when I’m not in it, but when I can’t seem to pull together an essay it drives me insane. I’m almost sure I’ll be able to do it when I’m in the solitary library, free from the distractions at home.
There are so many wonderful things I want to do today.