big boots.

just the idea of having to leave the house exhausts me. at this point ive surpassed feeling tired. its no longer just phisological now. this exhaustion is an emotion that builds up quickly, and fades, and build again, like waves constantly crashing into me.

i havent really had it sink in yet, that this is the last month. These are the last assignments, the last exams, he last presentation. This is the final month before i actually finish my degree. finally. at 23. i could have done worse. i have done worse.

i anticipate, nervously, but anticipate anyhow, the years that will follow this first accomplishment. i could do way more than i believe, i know that somehow.

for now, i need to haul ass and prepare to hardcore another saturday night.

i love you, liver, but i gotsta do what i gotsta do.

its all good if you first learn to crawl, i suppose.