
It is not the end.
It is not the end. I think we all need to remember that sometimes. Even (especially?) me. I need to work hard as hell for finals. No procrastinating, no half-assing it. I hate that I've developed such terrible study habits over the past two years. It's really kicking me in the ass now. There's always room for change though, right?
Right.
It is not the end. It's hard to remember that sometimes. Looking back, I think I lost track of everything. My friends, my family, my grades, everything. I don't know why. It just happened. Do things like that just happen? What scares me the most is that you don't even realize it's happening when it's happening. It hits you, weeks or months or maybe even years later.
That scares the shit out of me. I need to find myself again. Immerse myself.
Four more weeks until summer, baby. Oh yes.