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Bristol Condominium

Thursday, November 9, 2017 It’s Thursday night, Friday jr., in college lingo. “What you feel is a choice, what you feel is a choice.” repeating out loud, dismissing the fact that I am about to hyperventilate. I was now behind in two of my classes. On top of that, I've had one of those days where nothing went my way. Everyday seems like having to catch up to it, making me exhausted. I’m staring at my dashboard, but my mind is in a washing machine accompanied by worn out thoughts that are meant to break me. “What you feel is a choice.” is the detergent and my positive reflection why I’m here. The saying “What you feel is a choice.” rinses all the negative thoughts away, replacing them with new gratitude and grit. I retrieved my tears that are sitting at the rim of my eyes, right in time before they begin to fall. My vision is no longer blurry and I notice the mileage on my car is in the same situation as me, reaching my breaking point.