It's only a weekend

and yet so much has happened between Thanksgiving break and now, and I am going to miss my friends, I am going to miss him, I am going to miss chasing love (as well as alcohol).

Last Wednesday was the beginning of the next phase of my psychological evolution.

The possibility of being loved is so close I can feel it brush up against my nose and yet this delicate balance threatens to spin out of control.

--Lauren

[what was ... what will be]