… I was sitting in the lounge with 30 loves of my life, and we were writing each other letters because it was the end of one of the best and worst years of our lives, and we all loved each other so much. The dwellas signed 4th beall and Marlene tried to tell us to get some sleep, and I kept crying because I knew it was never going to be like that again. I was right tbh, I’ve not found a family like that in college, and I don’t know if anything ever compare to the third beall feeling.

I’m not sad though, just really really emotional about how amazing those people are and how much third beall means to me.