I could complain about school- about how these last two weeks are gonna drag me physically and emotionally through a wringer that I don't want to go through. About how, despite turning in my Final today... I still have to go to a "Final Exam" period 3 weeks from tomorrow that is keeping me from seeing my favorite person for an extra day.
I could complain about my home life- about how my dad and I continually get into self esteem shattering arguments that he attempts to mend 15 minutes later. About how my self inflicted comparison with my cousins has gotten to the point of me being scared to see her over break because I don't think I'm a good enough member of our sorority, family, or planet even to compare to how people see her? But like why do I care? No one else but me does?
I could complain about Theater / Performing- about how I can't get into a show or fit into a theatre department. About how the one thing I was undeniably incredible at I am now considered so untalented that I'm not even worthy of an email telling me that I'm not on the team.
I could try and find silver linings. I could try and focus on the fact that in 30 minutes, it marks 5 months dating the best boy I've ever met. Or that I'm getting good grades or that I'm finally getting into some solid friend groups at school.
I tried to think of something profound. To make me feel like I was able to put something good into the world for today.
But the best that I can give is the lesson that I've been telling myself for a couple of months now:
It's alright to have bad days.
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