It's hard to believe the semester I've dreaded for so long is almost finished.

It's even harder to believe the work that has to be done before then.

There's strings that have to be pulled for some classes before finals roll around, but I want to say that I can do it. Although my mind isn't at it's peak for memorizing and understanding concepts, I can't go without a fight. At least I'll be able to say I tried.

I made myself go to class and I half regret it and partially feel relieved that I did. I can't stick around in the house and try to escape what's bothering me because it's not over until it's over. I obviously need rest and relaxation which is why my body has been requiring so much sleep lately. I can see that it's been trying to tell me that. I just want to cross the finish line. I don't care what my place is as long as I cross it. Once I do, I'm done.

Note: You're almost there; just be patient.