I sit at my desk, staring at the computer screen. 16 more days I tell myself. 16 more days and this will all be over...for now. All of the classwork, the homework, projects, tests, quizzes, essays, the stress, it'll all be over soon. It does little to console me. Instead, I'm more focused on all that I have to do. The outline for my essay, the essay itself, my next essay, my psychology project that I've done nothing but procrastinate on, all of the studying, the precalculus test that I have to retake tomorrow, finals to worry with, chores, the list goes on and on. All of these things that I have to do, and all I can think about is reading, writing, food, sleep, and talking to my friends...talking to him. Summer will never come soon enough. Finally figuring that I should stop focusing on all of the things that I have way too little time for these days, I go over to my Scentsy warmer and put in "Atlantic Air", one of my favorites, and I get to work, and I write.