I’m mad

at myself

Chopped. Photo by Camila Quintero Franco on Unsplash

Today I met a friend, you know, one of these kinds that you see once a year. We don’t have much life in common, we haven’t traveled, partied, or hang out with the same friends, but I like her — which I assume is mutual — and admire her, deeply. She is in the same mess of a degree as I am, but we’re two years apart, which means she has already gone through it.