Ruby Incarnidine

I haven't felt much like writing lately. I haven't felt much like sharing the inside of my head, because it's a pretty ugly place right now.

My to-do list stretches ever-longer, and tomorrow are my last two exams and then the drive to Atlanta.

I'm exhausted, terrified, and burnt out. Packing and moving always depresses me- for most of my life, packing meant I'd been abandoned again, given away. It's proving nearly impossible to convince myself that this isn't the case this time.

You can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button, girl.
So cradle your head in your hands
And breathe... just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe
-Anna Nalick, Breathe (2am)