then i dreamt my true love unkempt it.

i could write a million words about who i am, or what i like, or who i want to be. I could fill up pages with my thoughts, feelings, fears, and insights into every day life. I could pour out every truth from the deepest caverns of my conscious and every lie from the depths of my mistakes.
but i'd just end up empty.
and you'd just end up bored.

just found out i got accepted to NYU.

my dad waited up for me. gave me a big hug. told me he was proud.

woke my mom up. she shot up when i told her. told me she was proud.

hugged them goodnight and went back downstairs.

told my siblings. told my friends.

started crying.

don’t care if this sounds vain: i’ve never been so proud of myself.

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