Dreams.

Sitting in this cubicle in the library makes you realize a lot of shit.
Maybe I really need to go after my dream of doing theater arts. I should just try. Can't hurt right? Til then... lessons, lessons, lessons..? Stop. Settling.

Failure.

I can't keep doing this to myself anymore. I can't settle for bullshit ass grades when I know I can do better and I'm just being lazy. I have two more semesters to go. Get your shit straight Raisa. You got this.