i will whisper this under my breath, so you can pretend you cannot hear:

the old demons are coming back.


1. I hate when people ask me, "How's school going?" I don't hate the person, I just hate the question.
2. When someone asks me, "How are you?", i don't mind. But i especially like it when the emphasis is on the 'are'. As in, "How ARE you?"
3. Sincerity is important to me.


I'm learning a lot about myself these days. This is the moment when the shit hits the fan...for eight months. Shit on the fan for eight months is way too long, in my opinion. I feel sorry for the boyfriend. But at least i'm being forced to redefine and evaluate my goals and values. Right? At the least?

I'm sure its the general case that things get more and more difficult as we get older. So it makes sense that this phase right now is by far, the most stressful. I just hope I don't do anything too crazy in the meanwhile. My sanity always hangs by a thin thin strand.

Trying to balance the prospect of graduating, my grades, clinics, bar exam, barbri classes, and trying to find a job, and trying to figure out what i want to do with this degree that i worked so hard and paid so much money for, ...is hard.