I have this chapter in my drafts about how much I miss Mallory, but every day that passes it becomes less and less true. There are so many better and more important things to think about. I'm not even really that sad about her anymore.
When Back To You comes on the radio every day like it inevitably does, it's just another song. It makes me think of her, sure, but it's not nostalgic. It's not fond. I wouldn't even go so far as to say it's negative, either. It's just nothing.
Maybe I'll post the old chapter just so I can look back and remember that even when I'm so sad as to cry, it's not forever or hardly as important as I think it is.
I'm excited to begin college. My roommate Alayna seems really nice, and I've become acquainted with some people from my orientation that I share my dreaded 4-times-a-week 8 am Chemistry class with.
Chicago is so cool, it's got great theater, great food, great culture. I'm thrilled to be spending the next years of my life there.
I don't know if I really want to become a psychiatrist. I guess my first quarter of chem, bio, and psych will make it apparent more than anything. I just really want to do something to make the world a better place. I'm so angry at so many things, I can't bear to do nothing about them any longer.
