It was at that moment that I finally knew I was a sharp bettor.

Plan for the worst case scenario, but do everything in your power to manifest the best case. That was the story of spring.

rockets don't stop halfway, or something like that.

Despite all the easily preventable missteps this semester and multiple shortcomings, I have something to be happy about.

Lock in, one more time. One last dance. Believe in the heart of the cards.

i used to think i could fly. now i know better. are you ready to catch me?

I became a gambling addict. I bet on my own gameplay. I put my wellbeing, my time, my grades, and my health all on the line.

I've been behind on practically everything these first couple weeks of school.

I definitely tried a lot harder this semester than ever before, and the results do reflect that.

Despite my grades suggesting that classes are going smoothly, it has been anything but that.

I think I'm finally starting to get an idea of what my schedule and workload looks like.

One summer, nineteen units, why? I bet on myself, and I think I'm going to lose.

if, for whatever reason you wanted to experience what covid feels like, you can live vicariously through me.

i can't calm down. my heart is beating out of my chest.

if the quote "to love others you must first love yourself" is true, then shit i'm gonna be single forever.

college to me doesn't only represent my education. because of my personal experiences, it means so much more.

something's just been off recently. for the past couple of weeks, nothing has felt truly fulfilling to me. it feels like i'm just waiting...

it's sort of how i've been feeling, especially during finals week.

it is currently 2:45 am and i feel really scared for some reason.

i just don't want to get out of bed because there's nothing fulfilling to do if i do.