Raspberry Beret

I second guess my self about every three seconds. It’s a fact.

Making decisions is hard for me some times.

Today I found out that it’s much easier to talk to someone and hear them tell me I’m doing the right thing, especially if its someone that I greatly admire and respect. Today, I got the affirmation that I am doing the right thing, no matter what my heart wants, and it feels good. Masochistic, but good.

It’s right, it’s true, and it’s going to happen.

And before I was not interested in doing the right thing, but now I’m pretty cool with it. It sucks, but it’s how it’s got to be.

Today, my cell phone ruined a perfectly awesome kiss.

Today, I was gifted with a hand knitted beret. I see it as a sort of karmic reward for all of the garbage that I’ve had to deal with this past two weeks. Berets in general make my heart happy. Hand knitted berets give me emotional orgasms.

I suppose this is because I’m a person who shows they care by doing things for other people. Its only rational that people should show their love for me in the same way. It’s very gratifying. I appreciate the little things.

Today, I gained a determination to pass this freaking class, just to prove to the world I can graph the inverse of a function when reflected over x=y.

I can’t quite grasp the whole concept, but damn it! I will by December.

Today, I decided that I’m ready. For just about anything. And everything.

Today I decided that if you give me a beret it will change my whole outlook on life. This morning I wanted to blow my brains out on the classroom wall. Tonight, I’m working out everything. Emotional stuff. School stuff. People stuff.

Chill. I got this.

“She wore a raspberry beret, the kind you’d find at a secondhand store. If it was warm she wouldn’t wear much more. I think I love her.” ~ Prince, Raspberry Beret