Fire

I hit rock bottom.

I was missing class a lot, mixing up my priorities, not taking care of myself. I was literally bed ridden for two days because of strep.

In that time, he came to move his stuff and we got to talking.

Long story short, he's winning the break up. What the hell, I am the breaker, not the breakee, I should be winning. Instead I'm a mess, a depressed mess. During my time on the couch due to antibiotics, I was forced to reevaluate my life. What the fuck am I doing, letting this overwhelming sadness take over?

I have a fire lit under my ass. I'm more motivated than ever and I'm going to prove to everyone that I'm doing not just OK, but fantastic.