Over the past few weeks, I have learned that college is not all about studying and getting good grades. Some nights you have to stay up until 3 in the morning at the library trying to cram for a very important test. But other nights, you need to say "screw it" and sit in the back of a truck with some friends you met a few weeks ago, but feels like you knew them your entire life, and eat sketchy $2 soup you bought from 7-11 while stargazing. You need to take spontaneous road trips to San Antonio, or start making plans for a camping trip a week before you plan to go. You need to take walks and watch the sun set from the top of a parking garage and make memories.
I also found out that the best way to wake up is next to someone else.
Sometimes you need to break up with your boyfriend because you are so incredibly unhappy, even though you don't see anyone in the near future and are scared. You break up with him because he's boring and too grabby. And on that trip to San Antonio the next weekend you bond with a really nice guy. One who is very similar to yourself. One who likes you back.
I have never been happier than I have been these past two weeks. I wish I could go back in time and tell my past self that things truly do get better. The years spent self-loathing and being depressed and suicidal are so far back in the past, I could not imagine feeling that way now.
