Dear Self,

What the fuck possessed you to be an Business Economics major? 

Sincerely, 

Your currently dying self

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Le sigh. I thought not getting this job would be worse than getting rejected by a guy. Worse than not getting my first choice way back when I was applying for college. Worse. Worse. Worse. 

And it is. 

It is.

Why it hurt me so?  

I am in love with this moment. The way the fresh laundry seduces the air with caresses of its fragrance. There’s quiet, a peace that I can’t find unless the world is slumbering. The notes of the song play and sway with the airwaves. Words I don’t understand make sense, coaxing unspoken understanding that only the right words can engender. It makes me smile with a little happiness, because, for a moment, the world aligns perfectly and I cannot put into the words the beauty of this moment that enraptures my soul. 

You know you’re a college student when you get really happy over getting hand soap.