I'm sooooooooo happy it's ridiculous. And it's for absolutely no reason. For the past week it's been like this. But there is no catalyst, except a lot of bad things happening. Seriously, EVERYTHING bad has happened. Everything that could be wrong is wrong. I'm soooooooo worried about eeeeeverything. And yet I'm just soooooo happy. Maybe it's like the runner's high, except not physical pain! Or maaaaybe it's just cuz I'm so exhausted. Or maybe I'm a masochist. Or maybe I've achieved Nirvana. OOOOooooor maybe... I've reprioritized. But even my priorities aren't where they should be... at all. ..... I should be focused more on friends and the arts, because friends are something I always want more of and I've definately been neglecting that for a while, but the arts. The arts. Those. Dang. I just miss it a ridiculous amount. Or any kind of reflection. They've just completely been prioritized out of my life and... I can't become the person I want to become without their influence. In fact, I'm really scared that I'm missing a lot of things I need; things that maybe don't look so wonderful on college applications but that I need to become me. My mind is not being nurtured sufficiently. Damn. I desperately need to fix that. Unfortunately, first I need to fix math... then U.S. History, then Psychology. Sooooo.... wow I'm screwed. And yet I'm ridiculously happy. Ridiculous.