I wish I wasn’t such a failed experiment.
REAL LIFE DISNEY PRINCE TOM HIDDLESTON EXHIBIT
It seems that every fall semester, I discover the extreme magnitude of bitchiness that surrounds me all over again. It knocks the wind out of me every time, which makes me think I should start taking a shot every time I hear myself say “I just can’t believe I was so wrong about [that person]!”
I am so eternally grateful for the friends from high school and childhood that are still the best people I’ve ever met, and the man I’m going to marry (and quite soon, I hope), meeting whom was the best fluke that ever happened here. The rest of this whole “college experience” can go straight to hell. I am in no mood.
The sad thing is that this is what I’m good at.