Things this year made me realize...

I have realized that I am not unsure of myself, but rather, I am unsure of everything that happens around me.
Six bottles of wine per semester is not enough.
Probably the most pleasant surprise is finding you are tired enough to fade quietly into sleep at the end of the day.
My bank account will be woefully empty for the next ten years, and I should get used to it.
Sex is not the only physical activity that succeeds in keeping me in my body and out of my head. But it may be the most pleasant.
Losing things you love is the most painful feeling in the world.
Time is a fucking bitch.
My aura does not attract amazing people like a magnet. I have to go out looking for them.
There are easily 20 people on this campus I could instantly be best friends with, if I had the time and energy to find them.
You can hate someone's guts and love them to death at the same time.
Or, you can hate someone's guts and feel perfectly justified in doing so.
I am more intimate with men whom I am not dating.
I constantly want to be surrounded by the people I love.
I will never be content while standing still.
There really are FBI agents lurking around every corner!
I will never write anything incendiary enough to get me killed in a capitalist society. This suits me fine.
Considering myself a genius does not make me pompous, but rather self-empowered.
When you spend the proper amount of time on it, English is in many ways a more challenging major than Biology.
For every twenty crappy things I write, there is one sentence that makes it all worthwhile.
I cannot stand dirty bathrooms.
Dating down is both a good and bad idea.
I get in the way of my own happiness.
Crushes are my muse.