I'm supposed to be writing a final right now. All day I've tried to convince myself that I need to do it. The truth is that I'm too tired to care. I don't think the semester is going to end so well for me. I don't mind. I just want to be done. I've worked my ass off all fall long, and I would have had this all done a week ago if it weren't for life.

Life is funny that way. Only I'm not laughing. I'm not crying either. I just don't know what to do or say anymore. I feel like I'm constantly being tested to see if something will change, if I'll break this time.

As they say, that's life.

Deep breaths my friends. Deep breaths.

And go...