Onwards to oblivion, dear friends.

I apologize for who I am.

I'm not authentically sorry for it, but feel as if I should extend my apologies as a gesture to make them feel better.

Today marks the last day of fall semester classes for me, before delving into the purgatory more commonly recognized as 'Finals Week'. It was interesting to watch as the relationships between those classmates around me developed as I remained completely and bitterly unchanged. Perhaps I was too much of a detached observer to become associated with strangers in the method everyone around me seems to have accomplished with such ease. I find these people are...particularly difficult to relate to. They enjoy talking about themselves constantly, whilst my role as the 'listener' had been previously exhausted at home and at my workplace. Am I wrong in possessing no desire to exercise it here? Should I remain a constant variable for the sake of getting by with those I associate with on a weekly basis? Are they worth the effort? Am I worth so little?

From a purely societal aspect, this semester was utterly unsatisfying.

I will be sure to try no harder in the Winter.

(I wish the best of outcomes to all my readers who are soon also facing the depths of purgatory: remember, you are only capable of accomplishing what you lead yourself to believe is within your abilities. Don't believe in yourself. Don't believe in the me who believes in you. Believe in the you who believes in yourself.

Um...yeah.

Good luck, everyone.)