i forget the whole time i am away, that i will be returning to a mundane life. a life so mundane that i cant wait to be too busy to breathe, just so my brain is consantly working.

each day i feel more and more propelled to grab that better life in my fist. my ambition had far exceeded what i thought i was capable of. it would be, usually, slightly dangerously mental, but right now, today, this year i need all the push, all the inspiration all the ambition i can muster up. i need to push all those mountains and other metaphorical big things out of my way so i can be where i deserve to be.

a year and a half. thats all that it will take.

all i must do is hold on to my head, and try as hard as i possibly can.

and then all this will be over.