Today my baby sister took her stuff ( Read more... )

Fuck it. Fuck this fucking course. Fuck this fucking paper. Fuck the fucking sacroiliac joint. For the first time in my entire academic career, I think I’m actually going to just… not do this shit ( Read more... )

Oh how I’ve missed unlimited access to peer reviewed journals… my love of such articles knows no bounds. I want them all. I want to save them and print them and highlight them and spread them all around and sit amidst them in a self-indulgent heap of educated glory ( Read more... )

Sometimes I am terrified that I will become as self-absorbed and narcissistic as my mother (and perhaps, I wonder, as you pretend to be?). I love my mother. Family first, always. And she is a good person. A great person. A wonderful mother. But my goodness ( Read more... )

The worst part about studying psychology is that I recognize my behaviors for what they are and I can logically explain to myself how silly and ineffective they are but that doesn’t make a damn bit of difference. Because the things you think are not necessarily in charge of the things you feel. And the things you feel are the things that ultimately ( Read more... )

Damn it damn it damn it. I could really use your advice ( Read more... )

Sometimes I want to cross my arms and have a big huff and blame you for things. But that’s silly. I don’t suppose any of this is actually about you at all.

Except for the part where I love you.

That’s never really been an issue, though.

-M

I’ve worked fairly hard to get here. I mean, I really, really wanted this. Right ( Read more... )

Writing letters to other people is always so much harder than writing letters to you ( Read more... )

No big deal. Just, you know, the next step towards everything I've been working for.

Miss you.

- M