Delicate Hearts | Completed

24 || My Life

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alright, quick story time, because i literally love it. this morning at 6:30 or something, i knocked over my waterbottle in my sleep. the noise woke me up, but i felt too lazy to pick my waterbottle back up. but like i knew i couldn't go back to sleep if my waterbottle was on the ground, bc I'm just specific like that.

anywayyyyy. i bent over to pick it up, and the window is right behind my bed, so as i leaned down, i turned to the window since it was getting bright, and i saw the MOST BEAUTIFUL sunrise i have ever seen in a while. SOOOO, i ran out of my bed, and to my parent's room bc the balcony there has the perfect view for the sunrise.

i opened the door, and it was like freezing this morning, but i stood there and snapped so many pictures.

i attached a picture up there.

i'm also gonna be a little poetic about it.

i think the waterbottle falling at the time the sunrise was at it's peak beauty was not a coincidence, but the sky waking me up to admire it's beauty. the universe didn't want me to miss such a beautiful moment. it was an amazing morning.

and yes, i do get poetic like this sometimes.

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Madison

"So you're thinking you should go back to school?" Jenna asks. At this point, she's tossed her notepad to the side and is all ears.

"Yeah. I'll see how it goes. If I hate it, I'll leave."

"I think that's a really good idea," She agrees. "I'm proud of you for coming this far."

I'm not proud of myself. It's my fault for being in this situation in the first place. "Thanks," I mutter instead. "I finished my college essay. I hate it." It's getting easier to talk to Jenna as time goes by. Mostly because she holds true to her word that everything that happens in this room stays in this room.

"What's it about?"

"My identity. It's super cliche and stupid. I don't even know who I am anymore, but I bullshitted it."

"Well, what did you write about your identity?"

"I talked about literature and some random experiences I had with volunteering abroad. Then I tied it all together with my passion for research in psychology."

"That sounds like an amazing essay. If you don't mind, can I read it?"

"Sure, I don't really care. It's not like it's personal anyway," I shrug, taking out my phone and pulling up my essay. I brewed it up after Angel left a few nights ago. It's the first draft, but I don't think I'll ever get the motivation to work on it more.

The room remains silent for a few minutes as Jenna reads my essay. I sit still and watch her. I swear, I think her eyes start watering. Damn. It's not that deep.

"Oh... Madison, this is such a beautiful essay! I'm sure with a little more editing, you'd get into any college you want."

"You're just saying that because you're my therapist."

"No, I'm serious. I was an admissions officer before I opened my office in therapy. I'm serious. This is amazing." Wow. The more you know. "It needs editing for sure, but it's beautiful. I'm glad you were comfortable writing it too. You don't need to bare your heart out with everything you're not ready to talk about just to get accepted into a college. I'm proud of you."

"Thanks," I shrug. I expect an awkward silence to fill the room, but Jenna is a pro at this. She never lets an awkward silence take over. Unless she thinks it's necessary. This annoys me, because she can control a conversation with such ease.