"It's the final countdown!!!"

1 year.

12 months.

This is all I have left in my college career...

...and senioritis is setting in BAD.

I get this way everytime I get to the end of something, and I can't decide why it happens. I don't want to give up. I mean, I can finally see the end of the long road that has taken me to this point. Why would I want to quit now?

Sometimes I feel like I have so many more destructive thoughts in my head than I realize. I know there are underlying issues that I'm not really aware of that make me the way I am. Just once, I'd like to accomplish something and be able to be proud of it.

one year.

12 months.

I can do this.