Breakfast. I have always deemed it a cure-all, and now, it has even proven its healing capabilities among the horrors of college-application-hell.
College application is so horrendously time-consuming, I don’t even know what to do with myself anymore, and it is slowly killing my soul.
Yet, it’s oddly enlightening. I like to write (obviously — I have a blog—) and every prompt asking me why I’m “special” (read: or, for example, what the introduction of my autobiography would be…seriously, Purdue? Are you freakin’ kidding me? I’m seventeen! Ha! Autobiography…yeah, right.) I come up with something slightly different. I’m not going to lie, I am having a little bit of fun.
So, I bid you all adieu, and with that, I must get back to work.
P.S. eat your breakfast.