I suppose it's true - you will continue to miss someone until one day you just don't.  One day, you just forget that you haven't thought about them in the past 24 hours.  There's no itch, just a small scar.

Apparently he's found someone else.  I've been waiting for this "moment" since the moment we walked away.  And now that it's happened... it's okay, it really is.  I'm okay, in a way that I wouldn't have expected.  In the "I don't need to repeat it to myself like a mantra" okay.  It's time.

I've been trying to write these application essays for ages now, but my writing cortex never seems to want to focus.

I'll be trying to outline why I want to help people, and my fingers will itch to list down all the never-ending reasons why it didn't work out between us.

Once I begin explaining my character-shaping experiences, I want to be honest and say how this whole pre-med process ripped my intellectual confidence in half.

What do I want to do in the future?  How about just end up with a career that proves I didn't waste my time?

Why would I be a good candidate for this school?  Because if I actually knew I had a chance, maybe I would be able to prove myself for once.

"You" need to stop popping into my dreams at random.  You have had nothing to do with my life, and thus have nothing to do with my brain recycling the soup of information from the day and consolidating it for storage.

#neurosciencemajor