As I lay dying in my bed, clutching my stomach that's deciding to punish me for some unknown reason, I remember my essays.
Tbh, I finished them. lol. I'm ridiculously proud of myself. Considering I took what can be termed as a break from school (wasn't taking classes I needed), and wasn't taking anything related to English in a fucking while, I think I have a right to be proud of myself. I've stopped wallowing in the depths of my despair and am now moving forward.
Except, not now, cause I'm in pain.
But definitely later, tbqh.
Me rn.
But I'm finally good on moving forward, I'm finally out of my three year funk and I could not be happier about this.
Anyway, if anything, always remember to move forward with pride in what you do and who you are. :)