I enjoyed movies and I went at least twice a week. I had time to make funny graphics, gifs, and tumblr to my heart’s content about things I loved.
I talked about movies, tv shows, music, and fangirled. I ran everyday, sometimes twice. I hiked and spent time with my family and friends.
Now I just cry about being beyond broke. I stress and cry about chemistry and not getting into vet school. I cry about not having money to wash my clothes or buy laundry soap, or pay my bills. I cry about my cancelled car insurance from not being able to afford it. I don’t have time to clean my cluttered house.
OH MY GOD YOU PUT IT INTO WORDS. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU.
Penny’s inner goddess was trembling. Her lips parted, her voice barely a squeak, “Say it again.”
He took a step forward. The tension in the room pulsed and vibrated like a poorly weighted centrifuge. His cold eyes never wavered from her gaze.
Omg, the above dialogue. I died.