It is unbelievable that I have been in Florida for almost a year now. A fucking year. My roommate moved out and I started moving my stuff into his room because it's a bit bigger. I did that when I am going to be moving out in a month but it's whatever. All of a sudden, a sadness came over me. I started looking at all the stuff I have collected of the period of time that has passed and I...almost teared up. I look at my graduation photo with both my grandmother's and me, and it was so long ago.

I started thinking about my future and what I am going to do once I get out of here and I started to doubt myself but then I though, "I know I am going to make it. I know it. I believe in myself. I believe in my ability to help and talk and do things right and being approachable. Someone said that if you are talented and nice, then you can make it in my business. And I believe I am both."

Seize the Day.