I have a serious sleeping problem.

Guess I should stop worrying so much. Thinking so much. Overanalyzing. Things don't always happen the way I expect. Perhaps it's all for the best.

By now I should realize what I've gotta do.

Can't fall if there's no one there to catch you.

Yup.

You would think with a 2 week break I'd be stress free... but I'm super frustrated right now.

Must remember to breathe.

Captain Corelli's Mandolin
by Louis de Bernieres

Love is a temporary madness,
it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides.
And when it subsides you have to make a decision.
You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together
that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is.
Love is not breathlessness,
it is not excitement,
it is not the promulgation of eternal passion.
That is just being "in love" which any fool can do.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away,
and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Those that truly love, have roots that grow towards each other underground,
and when all the pretty blossom have fallen from their branches,
they find that they are one tree and not two.

Funny how people grow and move on and do "adult" things and I'm still in school. Drinking coffee.

Ohhh well, I was always a late bloomer anyway.

Instead of being angry at myself, I am grateful that my past gave me the opportunity to grow and learn from my mistakes. I am so much stronger because of it.

I made some huge mistakes. I'm not perfect. But I'm alive. And I'm well.

As the literary genius Dr. Seuss wrote, "Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened."