Regurgitated Meatballs.

I will apologize ahead of time for this post. I know before I even begin, that I am in no way in any sort of condition to be writing, what with going on 4 hours of sleep, and today being the normal hectic routine of a Sunday. If these thoughts could be compared to anything tangible at the current moment, they would take the form of regurgitated meatballs. My apologies. My head is absolutely reeling. I have had more stress headaches in the past two weeks than I have had in my whole life prior. Sometimes I wake up and wonder why I am even here, and wish to be home in my bed, with the other crazies, so that I would feel more normal, if there were such a thing. I know deep down that this is where I should be, and deep down I also love it here, and feel completely blessed for this opportunity. On the other hand, I have never had a roommate, I don't like "talking about my feelings", and I'm not a fan of rising early and retiring late, either. Alas, the small things I must endure to get to where I am going. Speaking of, if anyone knows where that is, I would love directions. I got to spend time with my brother this weekend. He drove up to visit, alongside his girlfriend, Abby. We three took a small hike to an overlook to which I have never been and took some amazing photos. It made me think of every person I have ever been hiking with before. In turn, I spent the rest of the day depressed because I do not see, nor speak to most of these people anymore. Then I got over myself and went to eat Cracker Barrel/Starbucks with my real friends, and felt just fine. Hey, all is well that ends well right? I think I need to sleep before I go any further. Over and out.