Chocolate isn't as good when you buy it for yourself.

   Recently, I unintentionally let a few balloons go. The instant they slipped from my grasp I panicked but remembered, that nothing was permanent. If I had taken the balloons home they would've deflated someday, maybe it was best that I didn't get the chance to. Although, I've never been a religious person, I believe that most things happen for a reason. It is now two days after my graduation/going away party and I am a complete wreck. 

1. The party made me realize that I am, and probably will always be, a huge dork--who has a Darth Vader candle laying around their house? Why aren't cute candles a thing in pop culture yet? 'Risk' The Lord of The Rings edition was pulled out and I felt like going Gollum on everyone. 

2. It is not always a great idea to 'taste the rainbow' 

3. Chocolate isn't as good when you buy it for yourself. 

My precious.

It did not taste like skittles or sunshine.

I bought myself some chocolate after the party, as a treat from me to me. (because I am, in fact, awesome) I can't explain how I felt, but I cried and slept. In a world so crowded and way over populated, it's amazing how a person can feel so alone.

I leave for fall semester this Thursday and my thoughts on the situation are non-existent. It's scary. I'm scared. I haven't even started packing, it's overwhelming.

On a brighter note: I made a bucket list, along with a jar labeled wanderlust. I'll make a post about it soon. Maybe.