Crying at 2AM for what I suspect won't be the last time. Being up with 100 pages of reading and an essay to write is already pretty bad. Combine that with the fact that I somehow enjoy listening to songs that remind me of how goddamned much I miss my fiancee, and you've got a sloppy excuse for a man with dark circles and swollen red eyes. I don't know what else to say. I just have a lot of questions.