Its been awhile, but its been good. Duke won the national championship and things are for the most part good. Its the end of the semester and I don't want to go home, yet at the same time I need a huge break from school. The school year has surely been just as grueling to us all, but I never thought it would get to me. I thought I was a lot stronger than I actually am. I feel bottled up, and it should be stuff I should be letting out to all those around me but I can't. And thats the worst part about it because the people around me should be the ones that I should be practicing catharsis with cuz they are my brothers, but the mask I wear is still stuck on. I figured maybe college would loosen that mask a little bit, but I think it might even be on a lot tighter than before. These high school "feelings" are creeping back into my skull and I hate it. They should be gone along with her. But they aren't.

I am happy, thats just the saddest lie.