I had a dream about van Gogh last night.
That cannot be a good sign. Especially when the first time I tried to type that sentence it came out as, "Van Gogh had a dream about me last night." Shit.
I don't know where the fuck my head is, but I need to get my shit together. Otherwise I'm going to fuck myself up royally here, fuck up graduate
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It's good to know that even after all of these years it's still endearing and not obnoxious. ::grins::
They're always there if you need them. That much is a given.
I always loved your words, but you knew that. There is a certain part of me that even now, you still set at ease just by being you and being here; perhaps that will still strike you as strange, but it is true. I'm grateful as well, more than I could ever possibly express, but you knew that, too.
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*hugs*
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Anywho, going to graduate school just because you can and you do not know what you want to do is a few good years of procrastination. I'd have to say that unless you start exploring avenues you will be just as clueless in a few years as you are now. I can definitely exclaim in extreme confidence that the transition from academics to the fucking workforce sucks dick.
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Hopefully when I get back we can catch up on all of the fun things that I missed. I'd love to hear how the end of season turned out~~
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