Yesterday I finished classes, although I didn't go to any of them. Seems like that's been thte story of this semester. It's a bad habit I have a bad feeling I won't shake next semester. Of all the things I feel I should take seriously academics is the foremost, and of all the things I take seriously academics is the leastmost.

So many things have happened this semester, and so much has changed, yet it seems like very little progress has been made. There is definatly a lesson I learned, or at least things I was supposed to unlearn. Two steps forward and one step back, and all that shit. I crossed that line I promised myself I'd never crossed, but it wasn't as shallow as I thought, but it's no place to dwell for too long.

Tuesday brought with something I had desired more than anything else: closure. I had braced myself to be hurt, but I wasn't surprisingly. It was odd, walking away from it all I felt free. A weight had been lifted off my shoulders. It seemed like I had before me an infinite series of possibilities, and the fact that I met new people later that day proved it. Tonight even brought further proof of my freedom. It feels good.

I am still so young and have so much to learn. It doesn't quite make me happy, but it does seem to give me purpose.