Forgive them, even if they are not sorry

Besides working two jobs, school and having Julian Casablancas's "11th dimension" on repeat for days, life has made a complete 180. I'm creeping up to my second trimester, and I'm already exhausted. And the idea of skinny jeans is becoming more and more of a problem by the minute. I have my own place (Thank God...) and I get to share a wardrobe with the wonderfully talented Julie Williams. I'm glad to have my own sanctuary where nothing is expected of me. It's such a nice breather.

Anyways, I won't go too far into emotions and gushy feelings and all quite yet. I'll save that for next time. Still, I'm in the stage in my life where, well...It's kind of like being stuck at a red light that won't turn green. Do you sit there and wait for it to change (if it ever does change), or do you assume it will never change and run it?