Every new year, I say to myself, “Vic, this shit’s gonna be lit. You’re going to do X, Y, and Z. It’s gonna be dope.” And then the following year proceeds to bite me in the ass. Like literally the last four years of my life. Recurring theme.
That span equates to the entire time I’ve been in college… and most of my senior year of high school too. Coincidence? I think the fuck not.
I don’t know how much I can stress how utterly fed up I am with college. If I hadn’t already spent so much money getting here, I probably would’ve dropped out.
But it’s almost over. I have two full months of undergrad remaining and honestly, I’m pretty excited.
Excited to (hopefully) get out of Mississippi, to be my own person, to not have to do group projects anymore… the list could go on.
But I see the light at the end of the tunnel. A bitch is almost done paying on these probation fees. A bitch is getting consistent-ish with her blogging. She’s finally putting some plans into action. I feel good.
I don’t want to jinx my 2018 but lately I’ve been feeling pretty good about the future. The bad energy is clearing out.
I’m satisfied with leaving it at that.