So, I already have a post written and going up at 1:30, but this picture came up as a memory. So I figured I would pop on and reflect a little bit. At this point in my life, I was carefree. Committed to a school that I secretly didn’t actually want to go to, but I wanted the experience. I’m not saying that I’m not glad I didn’t go. Because it helped shape me into who I am today. This picture is at my graduation party, which was the same day as graduation. It was mostly family, but I had some friends there. I wouldn’t be diagnosed bipolar for another year or so, and my life would be flipped upside down. My point is, this is a happy memory, but it really just makes me reflect on who I am now and who I was then.