Strange days --

I spent every night this week at school, working on assignments until three in the morning and wondering if there's any point to this at all, and I was so close to giving up on everything ... and now things are good again.

It's funny how it only took one night to restore my faith in humanity; yes, I can actually go out and enjoy life, because no, I haven't completely lost my mind regardless of the way this project has made me feel for the last two months; and it's good to have found that place again.

But at the same time I still have that weird empty feeling, like I'm missing something huge ...

I had this strange moment tonight in the car, driving through downtown; I was staring out the window and listening to a good song and watching all the people walking down the sidewalk, enjoying their evening and living lives so completely remote from mine, and as I realized that I was having a moment, I simultaneously realized that it was going to be over soon, and that it would probably never happen again, and I wasn't quite sure what to make of that.

I hate hearing sad stories about people when I know that I can't fix them. I want everything to be good again.

And it is. Kind of.

But then again, no.