It would have been fun...

It is truly strange how when you leave a place you once thought was pure torture it can be deeply and earnestly missed.

I didn't think I would miss too much besides the people but now that I've come here and gone back there...boy do I wish I could go back.

I miss the fun stuff. Being able to go out on a Tuesday and go to the beach after class and cuddling and his face and our potential home. I miss living in never never land.

Life really isn't too much fun here. Isn't life supposed to be fun or just duties and responsibility? Its supposed to be both huh? Well, since I can't manage that I guess I have chosen the latter...

I'm not regretting my decision. Ultimately I know it was for the best. But I just want to know to put my mind at rest...is it better to have mediocre grades from an excellent school or excellent grades from a mediocre school? Anyone?

Is this really what its all about? If so, God help me.

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