All week I have been wanting to write, but school had kicked my butt the whole time.

I had my fourth test on Tuesday, I got a 55 out of 100 (my lowest score in the class). And then, yesterday was my final exam and I scored 72 out of 200...(well, not my finest moment).

But I'm fine, it's fine.

I received a B in the class and I only needed higher than a C. Plus, this class doesn't go towards my scoring for the Vet Tech program, so it's fine, I'm fine.

I'm a little upset, although I am happy that this class is over.

I get a break until the 13th when Chemistry starts, I have Chem for four days over the course of six weeks, I get a break until Fall, and then I'm taking a test and sending in my application for the Vet Tech program.

Things are coming together.

Only, at the same time, I'm not...happy?

I am happy, I'm just not satisfied with some things in my life.

Most of it is material things that don't matter in the long run, though a few things are some things that I gave up years ago.

They came back to haunt me.

I'm kidding. Of am I?

I don't even know where the humor is in this situation.

It's not really funny. The number of tears that I have shed is not a joking matter.

I don't even know what to do anymore. I had worked for days trying to express what I'm feeling, though the words don't feel right.

It's silly.

Here I am, sitting in a room alone with some kids sleeping at work, on the verge of tears because I miss...so much of what my life used to be.

I let go of so much. I want some things back. Namely, my passion back.

I've been so discouraged, tired, and detached lately. It's not even because of someone or something else. I did this to myself.

The echoes are what hurt the most.

Anyway, I wanted to share that I'm done with the Winter semester and I'm kinda writing.

Things are happening creatively so that's good.

Well, until next time!

~MsPenguingirl1234.

Published: May 3, 2019.