Things like making plans for my future keep me alive, so I can see that goal.
Talking about moving in with my best friend when we're in college gives me hope.
We're gonna share a one bedroom apt, them in the bedroom and me in the living room.
I'm gonna get my GED and go to community college, and graduate with a degree in business so we can open a restaurant, and a degree in whatever else I can.
I'm gonna make enough money to support one and a half people so we can live comfortably without any worries.
we're gonna budget, we're gonna cook our own meals once a week, and we're gonna be happy. We're finally gonna be happy.
We'll have cats, (I'm gonna name mine bev, short for beverage) we'll get drunk and watch k dramas while criticizing the editing.
We'll live on the third floor, talk to our neighbors. We'll have plants and knick-knacks flooding every surface of our home.
There'll be papers tacked on the wall filled with sonnets and similes and hyperbole's.
There'll be posters hung on one specific wall we know not to put anything else on it.
We'll live walking distance away from a coffee shop that smells of nutmeg and cinnamon with pastries so tasty we'd make going to the café every morning routine.
We'll be happy :D
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_AngryPeopleUnited_ this is it.
