Moving forward...

I am nervous, angry, confused.

But regardless, I love friends (niggerachies) and goofy youtube videos that make us cry from laughter. I love drives with deep, open conversations with my boyfriend. I love realizing that wounds do heal years after they've been made. I love how some things are so visually changed. I love the little bit of sleep I'll get before my interview tomorrow. And I love that after, once its said and done, I can kick back and rave in a dark livingroom with blankets thrown over the windows and glowsticks.