What the hell was I doing? Why didn’t anyone grab me by the shoulders and tell me to stop fucking around? I wasted three years of my life in a dead end relationship, paying for classes & then not going, smoking the days away & thinking that everything would be fine.. 

Now I’m 23, with an OK job that I don’t much care for and all I want is to take the upper division English lit classes I could never quite work my way up to. It’s not because I’m not smart enough. It’s not because I don’t have the motivation. It’s not because of my job, my boyfriend, my family..

The only thing to blame is my own goddamn laziness, and this belief that it’s “too late”. It’s never too late, right?