End of a life-changing semester!

The fact that I haven’t written in about a month and didn’t notice (like I noticed but I didn’t) baffles me.

Just been so busy. The semester is (basically) over.

Three more days of classes (of the semester), and three finals. At least two of them are very important, because they stand between me and my dreams. They could change my life. They are meaningful and impactful, because they could be the difference between me getting in the program and me not. Depression and happiness. There IS no in between. Things could only go downhill, or VERY uphill. Insane. Insane.

I can’t stop thinking about it all the time. The implications. My dreams. How much I want it. How much it feels like I should have it. I just keep praying to God. Please please, I can’t imagine transferring. I can’t imagine not being here. Please please help me God.

If this is all ends well…what is life without a little bit of excitement, right?

God, why must my life be so dramatic? You made a non-dramatic person dramatic? Born to be not dramatic. Forced to be dramatic.