I need this semester to be over already. I've hit my springtime depression, and I need it all to get done soon. I want my mommy, I want my own room, I want a bed that doesn't shake when the train goes by, I want my boyfriend to be less than 4 hours away, I want time to sleep more than 6 hours, I want to not have to be at my computer writing crap I don't care about and thus not be outside in the sunshine, I want to not be dancing a billion hours a day, I want to not feel the stress fractures forming with every step, I want to not worry about my C's. This all sucks, make it end. When you fail at everything you're supposed to be good at, it doesn't make for such a happy camper. I vote for skipping the next two weeks.