With the end of the semester quickly approaching, I'm experiencing a whole slew of emotions. I read through my school studies and feel intense anxiety. I look at the light in Minnie's eyes and feel total euphoria. On occasion, I'll think of him and feel both sadness and happiness. Mostly happiness, I guess...  And then, when it all becomes too overwhelming, I leave the physical world where in my mind, the days are so utterly beautiful and endless, it's breathtaking. I savor the taste of summer, imaging the sun lightly kissing my face and the cool, salty ocean breeze brushing my skin... for a second, everything is perfect, then the moment leaves as quickly as it came.

Is summer really a week away?

It can't be. I'll never make it.