I am growing up. Just not by everyone else’s standards.
I want you to remember: Change is hard, but it not a bad thing. College is meant to change you, you are not going to come out the same person.
You’re going to have to fix shit. Yourself. You’re going to be elbow deep in a toilet tank thinking … ‘this is my life now’
I’d decided the pain of indecision would be less than the pain of rejection, and I never dared to put that belief to the test.
Own up to your mistakes so that you can own your successes.
Living a life of worry and nervousness because you are concerned about what others think of you rather than knowing that only you can be in the best position to look after yourself.
Stop letting the inherit need to not rock the boat keep you from getting things off your chest. It’s not whatever; it’s important. You’re not whatever. You’re important.
Leave a candle in your bathroom just in case, and have some around to make sure that your place always smells like a place where you would want to be. There’s nothing worse than a stinky house.
I’ve learned that being an adult is complaining about being an adult. You just complain about this and that, complain about all the responsibility you have and wish you were a kid again.
Your favorite shot to take is Pepto-Bismol.