- me: but it's 2 AM
- stomach: did i fucking stutter
There’s something about the nighttime. Brings out the most extreme emotions, both the good and the bad.
Here I am again at this time of year. Almost time to move back out to Santa Cruz for my second year of school. I am so excited to be with my friends again, have freedom while I’m out on my own, and be in my beautiful campus that’s really like unlike any other place I’ve experienced before. But on the other hand, I am sad to be leaving my family again. I guess what sets my family apart from others is that we actually spend a lot of time together and enjoy talking to each other and spending time. Leaving this time around is just as bittersweet as before.
One of the best things I did all summer was probably watch This is the End in theaters hella lit.