Stupidity is not defined by the number of accounts you bravely stood against to only end up feeling insignificant or the consistency of you being at stake of love's manipulation. They call it love, not stupidity. Stupidity just ropes fervently around it.

Did I care less, or was I careless? I ought to know and I wish I knew but there's too much to be known that catching up would still leave me far behind, so I just leave things be with an "I don't know".

So cheers, to a new student, a new job, the upcoming project three and awakening ambitions. To me.