and just like that, everything is different.
i had no confidence in my first paper. now that i’ve gotten it back, i still don’t, even though it did very well. maybe the next one will feel stronger.
i am clearly reaching the limits of self-discipline. i need to be better. more focused when i’m home at night.
for the last 11 years, a gift my father gave me allowed me to live pretty much how i wanted to. on the day i learned that was gone, i found out i got awarded the scholarship i applied for, which was welcome and wonderful news.
i still have to figure out what all of this means for me now.