Sitting in the library at school. And maybe it won't be so bad after all. It was just getting my butt out of bed and getting here.
And, of course, the feeling of sheer and utter panic that overtakes me when I look at the workload. Yeah. That's what I'm most scared of right now. The fact that I'm cramming 2 semesters worth of work (well, not quite, but close) into this last semester. And the fact that I have so much paperwork that I just can't bring myself to do.
Repeat after me: Only 4 more months.
It's my new mantra.
One year ago today: I'm just tired. I know, I've said that every semester for the past three, and every semester, I've made it through, so I know I will this one. I keep getting less and less motivated and more and more blah about it, though. It's harder and harder to make myself put the effort into classes when there are so many other things I want to be working on. Or when I just don't care about anything, which is sometimes the case.
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