kisstengriff

23 years old.
photojournalism student.
from amish country.
living in north philadelphia.
i am as happy as they come.

my cat keeps sitting in random spots in my room, and then just stares at me. 

I wrote a poem about it, and then threw it away, because that’s the last thing I need right now: More words dedicated to people who will never dedicate a single thing to me.

reflecting.

i’m going to preface this by saying that i do not regret any of the choices i have made in the past four years, but if given the chance to change some things, i would. being in a serious, longterm relationship for 75% of my college life was the best and worst thing for me. it kept my boy-crazy mind preoccupied, which helped me focus on school, but at the same time it did not allow me to truly figure out what better things (people) are out there. i’ve dipped my toes into the dating pool over the last ten months, and though all those experiences were short-lived, i’ve come to realize that for three years of my life, i was not being treated the way i deserved to be. 

i’m a lot to handle, but who isn’t? there’s someone out there for me, but i’m in no hurry to find him. 

i have a dilemma.

so, what do you do when you bought concert tickets as a surprise grad present for someone, but now you and that someone aren’t really a thing?