I don’t understand why it’s still so cold and it’s already almost the second week of May. For the first time in my life, I’m actually getting allergies. There’s really something in the New York City air that’s slowly killing me, one sniffle at a time.
Graduation is around the corner and I’ll have to admit that I’m a bit uneasy. There’s this anxiety of moving to a new part of the city, saying goodbye to friends who couldn’t find jobs, and now, I’ll no longer be in school. From now on, I’ll get to make my own decisions more than ever before. It’ll be up to me to want to learn and grow or stay comfortable and stable.
“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”