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Long time

It’s been a grip since I’ve been on here, back when I first started nursing school. Just under 6 monthes until I finish and then take my state boards for PN licensure.

No matter how badly it ended, it’s nice to look on here and remember how it felt at first. When we were happy, and in love, and you weren’t the most cruel person in the entire world. You suck and that never changed, but at one point it was awesome. And though I’m relieved it’s over, I’m grateful it happened.

Life is good. Never imagined the kind of stress I’m going through with school, but this is truly my passion. Every single day I am eager and excited. There’s something to be said when I look forward to doing homework. It consumes just about every hour of my day, but damn, I fucking love this shit.

My horoscope has been blowing my mind on a daily basis, this past couple weeks.

The only way to help you realize how committed to this I am, is to explain to you my old self. And that I am not willing to do. I don’t want you to know the old me. It’s a patch I had to get through to get here, but I am so godamn ashamed.

Ain’t no high like a runner’s high.