Went into college with high hopes, high expectations, and support from a good group of friends.
Coming out of college with a lower self-esteem, a few broken dreams, an idea of what life really has in store for me, an empty bank account, and some support.
It’s weird that this much has happened over the course three years. Honestly, I’m glad that I’m at the point that I’m at. I’m glad that I’ve made the decisions I’ve made, and I’m looking forward to the future. I need to find some motivation, regain my faith in myself, hopefully meet some new friends, and wipe the past off of my plate.
Two months until I move back home. Here we go.