belonging, home, and me
since i am not in fact an almighty god of destruction, i opted to wallow in my sadness instead, which was only slightly less disastrous.
lost and found
“if some random person could find my self-respect, motivation, self-esteem, or my desire to get over the one ‘25 i’ve somehow had a crush on three separate times this school year, i would be thrilled.”
a portrait painted in nonexistent colors
“do you know who you are? looking back at you now, you spend too much time thinking about this question; there is no reason, at least in my mind, that you need to prove that the answer to this question is “a good person.” all you really want, in the end, is to be heard and seen, and for someone to tell you that you deserve to be happy.”
things i’ve learned as an mit student
Now that my first year is officially over and i am a real person now (conservation of frosh or whatever), i feel like i am finally qualified to give children (aka frosh) advice and tell old people (aka non-’27s) about my experiences.
lowercase
writing in lowercase forces people to look for your voice. it means they’re listening to you, and this is all i want.
eleven
life lesson: if you have to convince yourself that you’re not in love with someone, you’re probably in love with them.