It's been so long since I've drawn, I wonder if it's even in me anymore to do it. I start something, then push it away and it ends up forgotten in a corner of the room, under a pile of notebooks. I haven't written in two years, it feels like. Everything's been strictly school or games. If I'm not doing my schoolwork, I'm playing games to escape from stress and other shit.

Drawing just.. pisses me off now. When did this happen?

I read too. I'm in the middle of Brisingr. And Harry Potter book 5.

I turn 22 this Sunday. I'm not sure I get to celebrate much of it. Schoolwork. Two 400-lvl psychologies with papers due (for electives!), on top of physics and anatomy and communications.. and my PharmD application..

I must really be trying to kill myself with stress.

I'm not even really interested in my journal anymore. I think I officially quit a month ago, after ending another friendship. Or the same one, I'm not sure if I've written about it here. Friend issues, that get better, then make me want to scream inside. That fester, and rot away.

I miss the past. I miss how easy things were, but I can't help but look ahead to a future when all the stress and bullshit is over with.