#esquad

The others have no answer. Time passes. Eventually the tears slow, then cease. The boy is still sad. 'It gets easier,' one of the others says. Another says nothing at all, simply enveloping them all in her arms. 'Some day," a third says, 'we'll sing from the rooftops for joy, not for despair.'

I learned that I’m so welcoming towards new ideas and that my compassion for others has grown ultimately to areas I’ve never understood before. But genuinely looking at it, I want to focus on myself. A lot. And I mean, there’s a lot of clarifying that still needs to be done in terms of my relationship(s). Yet I look at the workload that I’m going to be doing this semester. Do I want to take 19 units, along with learn new traditions and also run events as Vice President of a student organization? All in my first year???

well maybe, lmao. We shall see.

At this very moment, my biggest concern is desperately needing to find my chapstick.

Oh and one more thing.. these existential issues that I’ve had with my name for-freakin-ever came to mind again!. I’ve gotten accustomed to rarely hearing my full name unless it’s with new people and I’ve gone through with nicknames like “Ashz” and “Ace” and I appreciate my pals for using them cos 💖💖 But I’ve also grown to like going by my initials. (Maybe the nonbinary feelios in me really appreciate that there’s no relation to anything, and it’s still genuinely me.)