Listening: Tomorrow For Us by Rosetta Stone.
Well, 2025 hasn’t been that bad so far. It’s still too early to tell, of course, but I am cautiously optimistic. I’m trying to keep my expectations low: 2024 was awful for me, and I don’t want to be disappointed again. But! who knows? Maybe this year will be better. Maybe I’ll find a medicine that actually works for me. Maybe my everlasting suicidal ideation will finally go into long-term remission. Hope is all I got, and even that doesn’t stay with me half the time.
Whatever though. I’ve made no resolutions, because I think they’re dumb (no offense), but I have some goals, most of them focused on college. I start a new semester in thirteen days. It’ll be different from fall semester, especially because I’ll be involved in Phi Theta Kappa and I’ll be in training for tutoring. Things are looking up. Suspicious. I don’t trust good things. Usually they turn out to be fake or they aren’t that good or they don’t last long enough. Sadly the only choice I have is to wait and see.