Fine

Well, it's almost over.

Yesterday was my last day of class. School always ends with stress... but doesn't have to end with heartache. I guess things just happen.

If you know me, you know I'm a happy person. You know that I always put on a happy face... no matter what the occasion.

But, if you really, truly know me, you know it is false. You know that I hide things... things that appear in my head at night when I'm trying to fall asleep... something I haven't done much of for a long time.

I'm tired of school... tired of being stressed... tired of being sad... tired. Just tired.

I always say yes when I should say no. It's a vice of mine and it drains me the end.

I want to paint. I want to draw. I want to write. BUT- instead I must study.

Forgive my melodrama... but this is me.