I haven’t felt like blogging in a really long time, but tonight feels different. I think writing is a great medium to relieve stress and just pour out everything that plagues you inside. Lately it’s been this feeling of stagnant life, like mine is just drudging along. I know it’s mostly because I’m painstakingly waiting for school to be over and this massive countdown to leaving Chicago looms over my head like a dark cloud. Don’t get me wrong - I’m pretty stoked to leave and travel, but this period before has become this forced existence of living, but not at the same time. I have all these limitations for myself, both monetarily and of the heart. Can’t get too close to anyone or anything because I’ll be leaving it shortly. It’s not that I don’t feel fulfilled by the people already in my life and around me, but it is difficult knowing that everything is so temporary, so falling in love with new friends is a risk. It’s an awful way to live, to be honest. I just want time to trudge along, double time so everything I’ve been dreaming of for the past 7 months can manifest. I’m going to read this tomorrow at a reasonable hour when I’m not sleep deprived and so obnoxiously self loathing and laugh. I hope.