You, beating yourself up in there, are flawless.
Your A and AB honor rolls
In elementary and middle schools didn't go away.
Sure, they didn't stick around for high school, but
Drumline in band,
Twenty hours a week to a seafood shop, and
Run your goofball school morning show?
Not AB, but you did graduate 3.5.
You bog yourself down with the trivial,
"Did she smile at me?"
"I should've tried for football in high school."
"Where will I be in five years?"
Dunno, let's do this.
A TBI and a newly focused pursuit for a bachelor's at the hometown state college.
Stop feeling pathetic if you miss your daily gym trip.
You are flawless.