How to trust my decisions. When I started getting my student visa and arranging my loans, and my loved ones realized I was not kidding, I got a lot of “Why are you doing this?” and “You’re going to regret this one day.”
I am worried that life is going to pass me by. That I’m going to get a job I hate but stay at for security. That I’ll make decisions in my life based on what I think I should do instead of what I want to do. That I’ll follow a path designed for me by people who think they know what I should do based on well-intentioned, yet often unsolicited advice.
Consignment stores are your friend. Not only will consignment stores pay you for your clothes (as long as you’ve kept them in decent condition) but you can get some pretty amazing deals yourself.
I explored countless neighbourhoods and met inspiring individuals from every corner of the world.
We all love to say that we don’t care what others think, and I think we all at least try to practice that way of thinking. But there’s also something so satisfying about being able to develop a substantial, clear-cut description of who we are and how we spend our time, and then being able to present it to others.
You spent a significant majority of March Madness thinking, “I am at least five years older than every single one of these guys.”
“I am really done with hook ups. I look for a good personality and the ability to compromise. Knowing that this whole thing is going somewhere makes her more than a hookup to me.”
I want to talk about you. I want you to know that you are both infinitely important, and completely insignificant. I found this realization to be sobering and enlightening, just as I am sure you will too.
No one tells you how many times you will think that you are twisted and bad. That you don’t deserve love. That you are somehow broken for deciding you don’t have the capability to handle someone who hurt you with their love.
A lot of going to bars is just pretending to hear conversations.