Hey, you. It’s 11 October 2014 and it’s 3:18am (at the time of this typing).
Yay, you’re half-way through your third year of college! And, you woke up because your roommate’s such a big ahole and walks like she’s got bricks for feet. But anyway…
If you’re reading this somewhere along the years: please look back.
By this time in your life, you start to question everything that you’ve been doing for the past 2 years, and you’re simply lost: “Why the fuck did you decide to take European Studies?” “Why didn’t you shift when you wanted to?” “Why did you leave home?” have been recurring questions out of the many you have in your coconut.
And don’t get me started on your org life. Honest to goodness, what the fuck were you thinking? Yes, it’s fun and dandy, but girrrrrl! Never make that mistake ever again, please. For my sake and mostly yours.
But all that matters is we’re almost there and you’ve survived it, partly-unscathed. Next week’s gonna be finals week, and you’re one step closer to freedom.
Yup, it was hard; Yup, you had a lot of sleepless night; Yup, you cried a bunch of times, and probably a few emotional breakdowns along the way but I hope that it was all worth it in the end. I hope we turned out great. You turned out great.
Well, I’ll be seeing you. Don’t be a stranger!
PS: I hope by now you’ve learned how to budget your money properly, because we’re shit broke at this point of the month. And shit, if your bag’s still a mess, I swear I will come back for you.