I slept 9 hours last night, but I woke up more tired than ever. I don't know what's draining me, but it's doing a pretty good job.
Life has been funny lately. I'm messing up way more than usual. I think I'm burned out from life in general and I wish it could be easier to drop everything and go far, far away, just for a while. Away from expectations. Away from relations.
I'm tired of living up to expectations in every way. Expectations that come with being a Cornell student. Expectations that come with being a friend. Expectations of your friends. Expectations of what being a good girlfriend is. Expectations of your boyfriend. Being cool. Being attractive. Expectations dictate that you have to be happy, and if you're not, you have to do something about it. You have to be motivated. Have to have fun. Have direction.
And to make sense, your blog posts have to have some sort of conclusion or ending sentence.