you wait for this day for the longest time, enduring 15 weeks of hell just to get there. and when it finally comes, you're left clueless about what to do with it. maybe it's because there's so much you want to do, and you don't know where to start. maybe it's because there's so much you suddenly have to do, and you don't want to start. or maybe it's because you finally get to spend time with who you love, but it seems like the world has got other plans up its sleeve.

are you telling me something, god? so, what's the plan?