I'm surprised. Shit is working out. Last week of term, and there's no problems outside of a SAC I'm not prepared for, and I don't even care. Not stressed, not overworked. Holidays are packed with good shit, the girl I'm keen on likes me back, and I'm just looking towards the future without anything worth getting depressed over and everything to be optimistic about.
I have less than five months of school left. I have incredible friends that I'm glad I worked hard to keep, or make amends to, and I have a stable job which funds my stupid plans.
LIFE. IS. GOLD.