I love my life and where I live and what I eat and what I do and how I write and the clothes in my closet and the books I bookmark and the classes I'm in and the places I go and the things I see and the friends I've made.
All while in college, in this city, all by myself, I can still hear my mom's voice in my head.
Is that strange?
Nothing is certain but things don't seem so bad yet. I'm pretty broke but have been better with it so far this semester. We don't need things. Just beauty and people.
And I know some beautiful people.
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