moon pulls.

there certainly always comes a day when you have to decide if everything/everyone is still worth holding onto anymore. maybe I'm just an idealist at heart. I want to believe in the idea of true love so badly that I convince myself of all these situations that aren't ever going to be. I could use more new company, new faces, new scenarios. this is the first holiday I've technically been 'alone' in years; romanticism is ruining everything for me. and as for next year, I've got some goals:

1. lose 15 pounds

2. have perfect attendance in spring semester

3. bring my GPA up 1 point

4. read at least two new books each month