*whew*

So for approximately the last five hours I have been writing, deleting, re-writing, etc. It's been a long time since I have pulled somewhat of an all-nighter in order to meet a deadline. It's definitely familiar and it feels kind of good to be writing. The main point of worry is of course whether or not what I have written is any good. Not just in writing, but also in other areas of my life, it seems I am my truly my biggest (and currently my most crippling) critic.

This week/month has been a difficult one for me mentally/emotionally. Each day that has gone by this week, two huge things have come to light. One - that I really want to pursue a career that involves music (writing), Two - that James and I may not make it. It's a huge mix of emotion...excitement, sadness, anticipation for what is to come, disappointment (I could go on for quite awhile). It's not that things are bad between us, just that we don't seem to have much in common these days. I guess no matter how much two people want to work out, sometimes it's just not meant to work out that way, least not at this time. I'm not mad about us, just sad.

Incredibly sad.