Alas, the finishing line of 4 months' worth. What a juggle struggle, seriously. Heavyweight responsibilities from practically every of life's compartments.
I can confidently proclaim, though, that I've worked my ass off, neglected myself from many of life's joys and privileges, and pushed my already-lofty limits to even greater heights. All in the name of reputation and respectable grades. Pulling through the strain I'd inflected on myself has become all the more incandescently blissful.
It's quaint, however, how ones expectations of oneself can decline within such a brief period. And my gosh, it has. Oh, the dawn of reality that fellow students can open you up to.
My absence from the lives of those who matter has been constant in the last few months. They have been missed as dearly as they've been saying they miss me. I have 30 days to make up for that, because God knows what kind of chaos the next semester will bring.
"We've only just begun to live.
White lace and promises
A kiss for luck and we're on our way..."
