One more week until classes resume.

It's kind of depressing that, after a day of vacation, I realized I was more than ready to be back in school. Relationships get boring. I wish they didn't, but they did.

Even this one. The gloss has worn off and I can't seem to avoid the meanness that comes out.

"Disillusioned" isn't the right word, but it's the first one that comes to mind.

Starting a new journal for fiction purposes.