Chasing a Ghost...

Well, I am finally through with the awful thing known as finals. FINALLY. I had the most horrible week of my life this past week, and I am just waiting to rise back up. As a friend said, there is nowhere to go but up. I believe him. Especially after hitting rock bottom. To be as completely vague, yet detailed as I want to be, I will say that finals were very difficult, I was disrespected greatly by someone whom I thought was there for me, I did not get the most wonderful job in the world back, and I lost someone dear to my heart. For all of that to hit one person in one week is enough to drive them to their brink. I somehow stayed afloat. Not without tears. But somehow, without the social lubricant, I could not bring myself to cry. Sometimes it is too hard to cry. It is accepting that something has happened. It is breaking down. Sometimes, you cannot break down because you are someone else's rock. And what good is a rock if it crumbles? But every rock can crumble if pressured enough, and I finally was. I lost it on Saturday, and then again yesterday at Mil's funeral. May he please rest in peace. I am going to enjoy the rest of my spring break, I have decided. I have also decided to get a tattoo with my best friend. Inspired and dedicated partially to the memory of Mil. I am excited for that. Our generation is one of self expression, and I am proud to be a part of it. I think I have written enough for one night.

'til next time, 

XOXO B