happy about moving to NY

As evidence I have the emotional range of a child, now I am happy about moving to NY. I vented tearfully and angrily (hiccups and all) to Bwoy about all my stupid insecurities and he just said, "Forget them. I'd love you even if you were a bum." I doubt that's true, but that's very sweet. I then called my Mom to ask her how she felt, and she said she just wants me to successful in whatever I do, no matter what it is. That meant a LOT to me.

So I will. Life really doesn't turn out all rosy and superbreezy and glamorous as my top-10 college would have let me know. Instead, it's about consistency and hard work and not getting pissed off at colleagues who are retarded. Deep thoughts. The End.