i swear i didn't think of you once.

i just had the most uncanny tarot reading.
this, combined with the ridiculous combination of classes i've decided to register in is making me wonder if third year is going to be even more bananas than second.
i don't know if i can handle it at this point, but that doesn't seem to matter all that much, seeing as everyone
including the Universe
is telling me to chill the fuck out
because everything is going to be fine.
i am going to write a pantoum soon.
maybe it will be about this.
my queen of cups.