Holy shit I actually wrote a private post. Because that’s actually something I should keep to myself for now.
I got accepted to college. I’m going to school next year. I’m in at Chapman, and they selected me as a Founder’s Scholar.
And just like that I realized that she had me dead to rights.
On the other hand, if a hundred and fifty miles sucks this much, I can’t imagine what more must feel like.
I build up walls, and tear them down so easily, and have to rebuild them stronger next time, and tear them down harder, and one day, I don’t know if I’ll be able to do one or the other.
I’ve started to realize that I tend to find people that I can care for. People that might need a little more than others. Maybe that’s just the way I perceive them, half the time it’s not true, but eventually I feel like I want to make their lives better. I don’t know why I’m sworn to want to help people, but so much more than that, I want to care for people. I want to find people and make them feel like everything is okay. I want to enrich their lives and them enrich mine. I feel so lucky when I can find someone that I can make things better for in any way. It’s really something else when they actually give me a chance, and feel the same way about me. That almost never happens. I guess I kind of try and find people like me. Reassurance never hurt anyone, myself included. I know it’s hard to always be a little more kinda than necessary, but you never know what battles someone is fighting.
Now replace people and their with her.