As in, I have been. I moved back to school about a month ago and everything has been non-stop since then. I seriously was not prepared. Time just disappears, and as much as I want time to fly by so that May will get here so I can graduate and peace out forever, there is not enough of it in any given individual day.

Annoying, these contradictions that I live.

Really though, my life these days consists of doing homework and waiting around for buses. I should be more efficient and do homework while I wait around for buses, but I can’t be bothered. Some days I don’t even get on the computer at all. ME. The internet addict, not getting online! Unthinkable.

Clearly, though, I’m still staying up late, which is no bueno!

On the plus side, my morale is way up. It helps that I get out of the house every day, except for maybe Sundays. Just being back to the freedom that I lose during breaks from school helps tremendously. Plus some other things.

Nothing is perfect, but I’m content enough. One step at a time.

But then again, what else is new? Need to regulate this by the time my final comes on Wednesday, so that I don’t sleep through it/fall asleep during it. Haha that would suck.

but it’s only 1:45. AND I’m not even close to being finished with my paper yet. I can’t believe this nonsense. At this point I don’t even care if it’s good. I don’t even care if the sentences make sense. As long as there are no spelling errors, I’ll turn this in tomorrow, and then forget about it.

All I want to do is sleeeeeeeeeeep.

you sneeze and then say “ow” because your abs are so sore.

Sidenote, it’s 4 AM and I just don’t want to go to sleep. Ummm… No worries. It’s not like I have class tomorrow or anything. Accomplished literally nothing today. Cool.

We lie together like this, entwined in this much-too-small bed, until the pastels on the wall become icy shades of blue. Your gaze falls heavy and out of focus, your breathing reduced to an occasional auditory escape from your lips, subconsciously fighting to remind me that I am not alone. These are the only times that I do not fear the shadows. With the dark comes the dead and the still, the world motionless save for the beating of our hearts and the rush of blood through our veins. Only your arms and this blanket keeping the cold of the night at bay, and the broken hearts of years past safely out of reach.