Dear Diary,

Today, I went back. I couldn’t help myself. The cedar wood, the oh-so-right cushions that support my body in the perfect way, and the perfectly dimmed lighting just make me feel like I’m waiting to be seen by Mr. Gray. When I ascend the spiral staircase, it’s like I’m entering a portal into a Wattpad fanfic – But it’s my real life. I can’t even get any work done up there; I just get all hot and bothered and tweet really dirty things from my burner account that would make my parents so ashamed of me. 

Sometimes, between classes, I’ll slip away just to smell the air inside those big, firm, and sturdy wooden doors. Just a single whiff is enough to tide me over until my next free moment, to which I immediately flock back to my safe space. God, it just makes me want to rip all the pages out of the books and rub them all over my body. It’s all I can think about. I’ve stopped caring about anything really, other than my life in Bioethics. I started the OBFC (Official Bioethics Fan Club) here at Georgetown, and I’ve spent more hours here than in my dorm room, but I don’t think my obsession is unhealthy. My imagination is just potent. 

Anyways, GTG. Some sexy and mysterious brunette just walked in, and I have to focus on looking hot while I study so he’ll fall in love with me and try to get it right here and now, and I’ll be forced to tell him, “No, babe, not here! In Bioethics?! You’re crazy…”