I can't decide if today is for depth or humor. 

Today, I vary between frivolous thoughts of men who might be perfect for me and deep realizations of the pain of my past, all while throwing in a philosophical discussion of subjectivity and cultural expectations.

One thing is certain: I wouldn't trade today for anything.

Here's to a year spent lying in the sun, breathing in the city pollution while pretending the air is fresh and teaching myself new lessons about God and marveling in his unfathomable grace and beauty.

This is senior year, part 2.