Dating a federal prisoner
For the first time, I allowed myself to admit I had no idea what I was doing.
I no longer had to push myself to maintain a full-time job and a decent GPA and good social standing, so I swung to the other extreme.
I stayed up late writing or reading or just thinking, and slept in until I felt like getting up.
I dyed my hair green and I cursed in front of children and I showed up late for work at Subway.
I had pushed myself to get through my final year at Georgetown.
For various reasons I felt utterly disconnected from my family and friends back home, who were struggling with their own problems.