..& It's Only the Second Saturday.

Second Saturday since I've been home.

Feels like I've been here forever...Keeping my fingers crossed Olive Garden wants a summer girl.

..."Everyday is amazing. Even if it's awful. Because everything is for a reason. Because I know that this horrible thing that happens today will bring me something amazing tomorrow."

My tomorrow is the day that I get to move my stuff into 429 Anneric.
Don't get me wrong, a nice surprise for the summer would be good. Faire should be awesome overall, I hope. Veronica has been the only person keeping me sane here so far...Matt helps out too,though.

It's a little funny that I get to text Matt, telling him I wanna go home after a terrible night...And he knows exactly what I'm talking about. "Don't let those people get you down," he says.
..."I try so hard"...tears lightly fall from eyes as Roni tells me "I'm glad though that you've found somewhere you love. That it makes you happy."

I'm tired of crying about this place. Tired of blogging about it. But this is the only way I can get my frustrations out. No one here understands it.
My mom shakes her head like she's saying, "Yes Kim, I know." But she doesn't, really.
My uncle says, "It's because you got out of here, Harvard is a hicktown."
I never used to think this. Friday football games, the musicals, marching band, driving to Genoa in my free time, and working at Subway. That was my entire life...
I used to be HAPPY here. What happened? A boy two New Years ago told me about this place, Lindenwood. Before I knew it, I was receiving my acceptance letter.

There's no turning back now.
I don't think I would want to either.