In the middle of the night when I'm up doing some essay or something, I always get that eerie feeling that's kind of like dejavu. I've been through this so many times through out high school. The only difference is that my mom won't wake me up in a few hours to get to school and turn in my paper; it now falls on me to wake myself up, no matter how tired I am, and get my shit done and turned in.

So I think that's how the rest of my life will be like. Things will be very much the same, but different enough for me to have to readjust.

The phrase on my mind as of late is "take for granted."

As cheesy as it sounds, I was reminded lately that I should not take things for granted. I'm not going to do one of those giving thanks posts because 1. that list has gotten shorter, so it's embarrassing to compare 2. it takes too long.

Try. Literally. That's all I have to do to keep my friendships strong. It's worth it to sacrifice a little sleep and a little energy if it means that a memory is made in the process. I will try to remember that when I'm pissy and reclusive.