Big Hair

So here I am sitting on my bed, my feet and hands cold as ice, but happily content.

And at what a better time. I'm excited for a new (and better) semester.
I have a wonderful and supportive girlfriend, you know, the kind you read about or see in the movies. The kind with piercing eyes, and just enough bangs in her face at any given time. The kind with a razor sharp intellect and sense of humor to boot. The kind that would support me if I decided to move to Canada for no reason, and most likely still find time to write me everyday.
I also have friends who are the best I've had despite living on opposite ends of California.

It's still hard to fight the truth though.
It's hard to get it out of my head that one of it really matters. In the long run anyways.
I have no soul to be shipped out after all this (and nor do you)
I am no king. I wear no crown.
Yet I couldn't be happier.