When did loving yourself become so rare, that it’s revolutionary to do so?
"I’ve no idea what’s right sometimes."
From traveling to the Upper Peninsula to learning the taro, this past month has been a conglomeration of experiences.
Today I started college applications. It’s hard to believe in a month I’ll be back at high school. I feel so much older.
On the applications they ask bullshit questions about what I can bring to the table. I still can’t complete the forms.
As I think about the possibility of moving away from Michigan, my heart aches. But even if I do, I’ll always have Sufjan Stevens to remind me to say yes to Michigan. At least that’s something.