graduated a month and some change ago after a long and grueling eight (eight!!! i couldve done two undergraduate degrees!!) years; and im still feeling the wretched shame of taking so long (moreover, failing for so long).
If it didn’t bug you, you would’ve left things the way they were instead of going out of your way to tell Logan in person that you’re done. You could’ve went your separate ways and left everything at that. Logan isn’t the dating type.
DHone with an ohuhu brush pen in my emotional support journal, of which I only have 3 pages left.ow a over a month of sleep deprivation caring for a puppy and finals week has me feeling. Alternatively titled, "How your email finds me."