Editing sucks.

Everyone is applying for scholarships, except me.

There are drosophila flying around in my room and the fact that I can’t catch them pisses me off.

I am working (or at least aim to) work all weekend.

Mom has a lesion in her brain, which could mean anything from “it’s a very common and benign” to “it’s a malignant tumor”

My head hurts.

I feel as though I am back in high school with the small class size. Even though conversations flow easily and I am surrounded by people, somehow friendships have yet to happen.

I am paying too much for my cellphone. I am only calling home nowadays.

I am no longer involved in the university community. Heck, there really *isn’t* a community at all. Everyone is devoted to their own little niche. I don’t know why I cared so much in undergrad. I got nothing out of that.

I think about the past too much.

I worry about the future too much.

My appetite has increased, most likely attributed to the stressful lifestyle. I wish my metabolism could slow down because what I can carry home on a grocery run should last longer.

I input extra effort in making myself look presentable every morning. I don’t know why.

I need to find balance.