For just a minute

I think I have found the balance. I don't know what the really means.
I have had enough of being vehemently worried and shit.

Fuck you. I know what you're thinking.

"Momentary lapse of reason, you'll be back to you're freak out mind fuck self in a matter of weeks."

You may be right, but I beg to differ. I don't know quite how I'll beg yet, alas... No one is ever right.

Semester is almost over... Only 3 more (if I'm lucky.) My friends are slowly graduating, filtering through the (fuck the) system. Then I will be virtually alone.

With a cat.

Meow. You bastards