i rode my bike home at 2 am. tears and snot (mostly snot) running all down my face. the wind was cold, but i was thankful i could feel something besides my own insane heart beating.

i'm hard pressed to relate what it was even about. so many things, really. i cried about endings, beginnings and stalling.

i have a thesis meeting in minutes, literally. i can't imagine intelligent conversation right now.