2am confessions

There’s something weirdly honest about being alone in the library when it’s completely empty except for the kid in the corner who’s been here since dinner and keeps muttering about calculus.

2am confessions

I came here to study anatomy but ended up just sitting here thinking about how different everything feels now. Like, six months ago I was completely panicked about changing my major, and now I’m sitting here at 2am actually enjoying learning about muscle groups. Weird how that works.

Anatomy chapter 12 is winning this round.

Jake texted me around midnight asking if I wanted company, but honestly I kind of needed this solo time to think. We’ve been spending so much time together lately and it’s amazing but also… a lot? Good lot. Great lot, actually. But still a lot when you’re trying to figure out who you are while also figuring out who you are with someone else.

The anatomy textbook is absolutely destroying me though. I’ve read the same page about the cardiovascular system four times and I swear it’s written in a different language each time. Maybe that’s my cue to pack it up and accept that some battles are meant for tomorrow.