Photos from campus
I'm torn in so many different ways.
I want to be a hippy and yet I want to be disciplined. (or at least I want the results of being disciplined)
I feel drawn towards the happy-go-lucky and the reality and suffering of life.
I regularly daydream about having a wonderful, perfect childhood even though it's an impossibility.
I am a pessimistic old white man (stuck?) in a young black woman's body.
I guess I'm just a paradox like much of life.
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