I've gone through and deleted about half my gallery. What used to be more than a hundred and fifty is now about seventy.

This happens once in a while, I don't usually delete this much, but I do this a lot. I delete what I don't want. I try not to pay much attention to favorites or comments, I look at whether or not I want it, and I didn't want a lot of stuff this time. Some of it I'm still not satisfied with. A lot of it. But it'll remain until I know why.

Rough draft and extra credit due tomorrow. The extra credit was easy, but I totally half-assed the draft. No... That's not even half of an ass. That's like maybe a quarter. I'm really glad this is just for peer review and she doesn't grade anything but the final draft. I kind of feel sorry for whoever has to review this. At least I'll get to read a couple of legitimate essays.

In other news, I'm absolved of a lot of stress I've put on myself from a couple of situations lately. Reasons obvious (to me at least, haha). I've done all I need to do, in my opinion. Maybe more than I need to do. Now I really don't care what happens either way. It's not up to me anymore... Or I'm not up to it. There's a definite difference, but maybe it's both. This paragraph might be a relief to some people and a shitstorm to others, but I've had my share of shitstorms. Some that I deserved, some that I didn't, and that's life, right? Shitstorms might not be fun, but you're almost guaranteed to learn something from them.

I'm changing so fast. I hope everything goes the way it does in my head. That doesn't happen often, but maybe I wasn't thinking things through the way I should have before. I'm getting the nerve to do things I don't usually do. Some major fucking balls.

Everything seems so brand new. It feels like I can't blink anymore. It feels like I'll never be dissatisfied with myself again. I know that won't happen, but just that feeling is amazing. Something gigantic could happen, or nothing at all. All I have to do is tip the scales. I'm still debating which way to tip them. Is it possible to want to scream and laugh at the same time, and for the same reason? I'm so frightened, but so happy. I've never felt this alive.

I hope you all have an excellent night. I think I'll be up until seven with all this stupid energy. I guess I'll write a bit on my phone or something.

P.S. Why do I need to write [Live] after the song I'm listening to? I guess it's because the live version can be so radically different. I want you to know that. I love music so much. I hope a lot of you can love music at least as much as I do.