It’s 4:25 am and I’m still awake. I can’t go to sleep and so much is on my mind. I’ve been thinking a lot about the word revolution and what it really means and how much spaces actually practice the theory of it. I wish I could say so much to people. I wish I had more time to talk, but more importantly listen. I’m learning so much about myself, about people. Humans...
I’m tired of writing papers. It’s my fault that I’ve procrastinated because I keep choosing work over school in the last few weeks , but I have to keep pushing. I have to keep in mind that the system is waiting for me to fail. I wasn’t meant to thrive
I don’t want to go back to Santa Cruz. Lately I’ve been feeling like I’m going to fail in school. I’ve lost a lot of the drive and inspiration that keeps me motivated to do well. I think of all the strong mujeres that have taught me so much about pain, journeys, and endurance. As much as I recognize that it took a village to get me to where I am I still can’t help but feel, well blah. I need to...
All I see is signs all I see is dollar sign$$$
I’m tired of this place. I miss my family. I know it’ll all be worth it. But it’s not right now.