Right now, everything is pretty fucking good. In fact, it's pretty fucking great.

It has been six fuckin months, and I can definitely, definitely 100% say that I am done with it. Done. I thought watching Dear John would make me think of you and ultimately make me cry...but it didn't. That, for me, proves so much to me. Proves that I am okay now. That it's over, and I'm done, sealed and ready to go. And it feels pretty damn good, knowing that I am okay, that I can focus on the rest of my life. However, although this is all done and over with, I'm sure it has its repercussions. I'm sure on some levels my wall is thicker than ever before, I'm sure my cautiousness has gone from a 6 to a 9. I'm sure my belief "it's too good to be true" has definitely reinforced itself, massively. But I mean, how bad can those things be? There are more important things to consider, there are more important aspects in my life that needs attention.

Right now, school is number one on my priority list. It is definitely a huge one for me. Nothing right now can be more important than school. Not friends, not down time, not even shopping is more important than school. I've studied my brains out this week, like, I can literallly feel my brain fried. I cannot do another fucking calculation, or remember another date. I am fuckin burnt out. I can honestly say that I've never worked this hard for something. And I definitely do hope the results are goods. I may just run into the chemistry room and drink something colorful if the results are not what I expect them to be.

To wrap it up...life is good. Life is great. Exams are done, getting back to the swing of things, boys are insignificant, friends are good and making money is great.


Spring, when will you get here?