it's not charming or cute anymore.
Ear Candy: "Van Rides and High Tides" by Broadway Calls
22. Yeah... I keep having to remind myself that the definition of failure is attempting to hold myself to other people's standards of success. That way, I can feel less lame about having spent the last five years dicking around only to be rejected from all of the colleges except the ones that I was accepted to right out of high school. Way to go, self. Now, if I'm lucky, I can graduate no more than two years after my little sister.
Happy birthday, Erin. Time to be a grown up.
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