Today, I stepped out of the hallowed halls of academia, gazed at the sky, and repressed the urge to scream.

I am suffocating. My to-do list is a tsunami. My life is killing me.

Technically, it would only be killing me if I were suicidal, which I'm not. To be more accurate, my life is crushing me. I have a strong desire to escape. I find myself falling back on the socially conventional drive for graduation and grades to keep myself going. I am no longer self-motivated, unless it's for mere survival. I am not enjoying this semester at all.

Next year had better be a vast improvement. I refuse to continue to sacrifice my sanity for something I don't even care about.

I am reassessing my priorities.