April, Come She Will

Word of the day: Liberation
Word of the week: Liberation
Word of the month: Liberation

Liberals, liberation; Liberals, liberation.  There's a lot of it here, in my tiny little corner of paradise (ironically, right next to Paradise Pond).  I have become further entrenched in myself in as positive a way as could be possible.  I have a nose ring, which I call my one act of rebellion even though both my parents have told me they love it.
I am fully convinced I am turning into the person I was really afraid to be.  Afraid isn't the right word, maybe apprehensive? And I'm finding out that I never should have been apprehensive, I shouldn't have been afraid.
Words of the day: social construct.
My solution? Go to an all-women's college, you'll forget what they are.
No you won't forget, you'll learn to disregard.

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And I've never been more in love with everything. I've never been more stressed, but I've never been more in love and dammit I feel like I've really earned it even though I didn't really earn it.  It's ok to let yourself be happy, it really is.  It's ok to let yourself appreciate everything you have, it's ok to revel in finding yourself (I know, I'm so typical college freshman).  It's ok, it's ok, it's ok.

I am, I am, I am.
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Salvation came, just like April, in the form of words.  Salvation came in the form of someone willing to talk, willing to speak and not worry about what I was feeling and shy away but to speak to me.  Salvation came in the form of a decision.
It's not like it was a particularly emotional decision.  It's not like it was even a decision.  It wasn't a decision.  Salvation came in the form of Simon and Garfunkel, and April, coming like she always will.  And stupidly, I had never thought about it before.  And stupidly I always, always knew.  I was never immune, as much as I'd wanted to be, as much as I'd proclaimed to be.

No, salvation came in the form of words, a decision, never a real decision.
 "I'll never love you any less."
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"I don't have to fear it and I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And magnificently we will flow into the mystic"

"And together, together we will flow into the mystic."