You’re good for me. You make me confront things I’ve been avoiding. You’re helping me be stronger.
I spend so much time worrying about potential failures. When did I become to nervous? Things will work out the way they should. I’ve got a few things going for me.
I’m pretty pumped to write this essay on T.S. Eliot’s The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock. I wish I could write all my essays on T.S. Eliot poetry. I haven’t felt this enthusiastic about an essay since last year when I analyzed The Waste Land.