Once you realize you can take a few punches you realize you are not made of glass. You realize you can make it. You begin to like it. You begin to push your limits. It is addicting and it feels good.
I stayed up past midnight. I slept on a coach. I woke up at 5am. I am at 3 cups of coffee. I am sick and tired. I am wired and I think I like it. Knowing that I can finish my term paper and survive the day feels somewhat empowering. I think I can do this college thing. But more than that I want to.
Maybe this all really is true. But really weighing it, these feelings are all probably the coffee....
"Cup number 3.."
"Yes Landon?"
"Goodbye."
....Pounded.
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