ahhh
just finished the last paper i’ll ever write for college.
i feel good. i feel empty. i feel ... loss? my chest feels tight and heavy.
i feel this quiet importance rn, like this is a pivotal point in my playthrough. like i should have a seat on a bench and enjoy the view, but i’m caught up in missing it as it’s happening.
have i become who i wanted to be? am i there? i think i am.










