lists,

what happened??

why do you no longer bring joy but instead obligations???

I miss looking at you with irrational amounts of pleasure

now I look at you and see depression and restraint; the catalyst that prevents me from being free.


but as it turns out, in finals week a planner with detailed lists on every single day is a girl's best friend.

whoa, step back. let's not get carried away. that's what we call a momentary lapse of judgment, or just speaking too soon.
I'll give it the title of "way to cope" or "only thing preventing me from failing at life"
but the finals week lists will never be among my cluster of friends and things I hold dear.