I, overall, had a really nice last day of summer.
But I also created this day out of selfishness, with the purpose of having one last hurrah in my social-life, a celebration of all the hard work I put in this summer, both academically and otherwise.
Then I let little things get to me, and they almost ruined my night. But they didn’t.
Saturdays are for smiling. Sundays are for pouting around the house recovering both my head/stomach and heart.
"I don’t know what I touched but I now have glitter all over my face?!" -my Autobiography title