Walking the Line

"Whatever happened to our inner glow?
Whatever happened to the song, the soul, the me I used to know?"
(Blue October)

I feel that I am walking a very tight line.

And I've been here before.

If nothing else, the full stress of the school semester has arrived. Each and every one of my four classes pushes me to the edge of my tolerable limits in studying, and I can't stand spending so much of my day lost in school work. I want out.

And if school was not enough of a mountain to climb, the other two-thirds of my life revolve around an impossible-to-keep-up-with social life. I want to throw it all away. I really do; give up, actually. I can barely take the stress and workload of four classes, let alone trying to deal with several escalating social issues, all of which are oh-so-familiar to me.

Perhaps that's the problem. The situations that I'm approaching are all old news to me: been there, done that. I know how the outcome will be, and I know where things will lead. I just do not want to walk down and of those paths again.

But suffice to say, what I must do is just the obvious thing: hold my head up high and push onward in all my endeavors as best as I can. But man, if I can't juggle it all at once, I might just implode soon.

Two major events are in the process of happening that just might... MIGHT, drastically change my outlook on this semester as a whole.

More tomorrow. B3 out.