118. Breakdown.

Stress...a combination of many things.

Finals, Summer, Work, Summer school, A new school, A new home, Relationships, Friends, Ties to be saved, Ties to be broken.


I need a vacation. Stat.

Not going to happen. Not anytime soon at least. The closest I get to relaxation is the 5 minutes I take to talk to God before my eyes shut around midnight each night. That counts for something though; hes a damn good listener.

Nothing in life that is ever worth it...is ever free...or easy. Everything takes work. I enjoy working because the end result is flight. The end result makes me reflect less upon times like these...times that I want to go in my cave and never return.



Ill return. Never fear. The mindset of MIA has slowly shifted and become miss stress head. Cute name huh. I thought of it myself. Just 4 more finals and I can have 3 days to myself before I start summer school. I should...do a little dance.








Tangent- Dont lie to me. Dont lie to me and then expect me to feel sorry for you. Its not a good look. I forgive everyone. I am a firm believer in forgiveness because if I made a mistake...I would like the same courtesy of someone forgiving me. Lying is a different case. I'm worth more than a cheap line of pitty. I'm worth far more than someone leaving out parts of a story to make it sound more credible...better. Just...dont do it. I dont play games and I dont have the time. Move it or lose it. And if you move it...make it true.







The start of hell week. Take one.


I'm going to need a cheering section. Possibly some folks to paint the letters A-S-H-L-E-Y on their stomachs and stand in the back of every lecture hall softly chanting while i pencil in scantrons. Anybody up for the experience?