You can’t push me out of your life and then try to pull me back two years later. You want me gone and I’ll stay gone.
Mental breakdowns and coffee. It’s 7:30 AM. I haven’t slept yet. Hashtag architorture.
I want quiet. I want my own breathe. I want to sit in my company—just my company. I want nights to myself without the sound of three different conversations vibrating behind the walls. I do n o t want roommates anymore.
There is so much free information out there, so much opportunity to take life into your own hands. Don’t let school or a degree limit you to one path.