radical

and in response to you:

The romantics would call this a love story, the cynics would call it a tragedy. In my mind it’s a little bit of both, and no matter how you choose to view it in the end, it does not change the fact that it involves a great deal of my life and the path I’ve chosen to follow.

— Nicholas Sparks

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I used to not like to read Nicholas Sparks novels because of his sad endings, satisfying yes, but sad. But I'm more realistic in my thinking now, I guess. Or maybe now I'm more selective in my thinking.

Today was one of those average, ordinary days where everything is really just, boring. The sky was a musty blue, cloudy and dreary, the sun was blazing and unforgiving, and my clothes felt kind of mismatched. I didn't appreciate how I could not capture anything good for class. This is getting more difficult than I thought. I'm unmotivated. I'm getting restless. Give me something to look forward to.