I keep telling myself I’m almost done. So why can’t I smell the cookies?

Tired of smiling all the time, tired of agreeing to avoid petty confrontation, tired of listening to stupid talk, tired of sharing because no one cares, tired of being indifferent, tired of people littering, tired of people not caring that they’re littering, tired of not knowing, tired of not admitting the truth to myself, tired of sacrificing, tired of drama, tired of not fighting for what could be mine, tired of appearing perfect, tired of always appearing happy, tired of not always being happy, and tired from lack of sleep.

Tired of working on these final papers. Almost done, I keep telling myself.

Despite how I feel, the one thing I am not tired of is maintaining a positive outlook. I will not give that up. Because I know, everyone is tired, of many things. But we will get through this. For my peers, we will graduate this semester, Masters in hand, and boldly conquer an economy that may cut our jobs and devalue or abilities, and we’ll make it. We will kick ass and make it.

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That ridiculously awesome priced $25 day pass to The Crossings is looking really nice right now (yeah, you Austin people). Else, I’m about to drop a couple hundred on peace of mind. Too bad that does not heal what’s inside.