Incoherence is becoming a bad habit. Each paragraph, a different thought.
Tomorrow begins job-hunting, final push for academic honors (just to land the interviews), more time devoted to praying, writing and reading and introspection. I hope I can make small discoveries everyday and document them here.
It shouldn't but the fact that I am twenty one and no longer a teen still catches me by surprise. You'd think three years would be enough time for adjustment...
I really should not be thinking of the unattainable. Frustrating how Postal Service and Coldplay (Shiver!) and Dashboard Confessional songs creep their way back into my playlist with only one object in mind. And so: be still, my heart.
(Too bothered to finish. Edit this tomorrow, J, possibly my only reader. :) Goodnight, and here's to being found back.)
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