whoa.

i came into this semester to get lost

on purpose.

so that my constructions of my ideals will be liberated in a sense
in an environment that i know nothing about
and as people fall back into their routines
dismissing minor things here and there
it accumulates to larger instances of:
contradicting thoughts, echoey distant memories, cotton candy blurriness.

next semester will be a semester of progressing myself. i don't really know how im going to do this. spending time with people, removing myself from different places, making myself uncomfortable, smiling, laughing, and quite possibly be that daring person i've always wanted to be. but who knows,

maybe, finding a dandy map will tell me where to go in life.

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let's dance the night away shall we?

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Dear essay,

bite me.

-Kim