I will catch up, I will not fail.
I will try harder, I will relax.
I will not take life so seriously, I will not fret.
I will not over exacerbate feelings, but instead attempt to control them.
I will not be desperate, I will not run after people that wouldn’t do
the same for me.
I will be grateful for the things that I have.
I will be myself, I will speak my mind.
Why, she reflected, should there be this perpetual disparity between the thought and the action, between the life of solitude and the life of society, this astonishing precipice on one side of which the soul was active and in broad daylight, on the other side of which it was contemplative and dark as night?
just because your idea of a good time is curling up with a book and hers is doing tequila shots does not make you a better person than her