And I’m completely OK with it.

It seems like every weekend recently has brought some crazy chain of events. Drunken phone calls, awkward kisses, skinned knees, trips to the emergency room, restaurant fires, after-midnight trips to McDonald’s to pick up a friend. I’m pretty sure that these are what define your college years.

I don’t think I knew what it was like to be able to stop caring for a little bit, to let yourself go, or to overthink your life till you physically hurt until these last couple of years. Until these last couple of semesters. Until these last couple of months.

I like it this way.

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