the prospect of the upcoming months' worth of events has surmounted to a colossal and intermittent weight in my chest. as i find myself at war with the incessant struggle to milk each day of its fullest potential, I am faced with the reality that i signed up for this, and to give anything short of my best effort would be to shortchange myself.

starting to lose sight of several of my goals in the midst of all the little setbacks i'm facing. need to muster some stamina and numb myself to my surroundings if i'm to make it through this year at all

i don't feel the need to relive events and experiences undergone in the past year right now. i would like 2015 to be a year of doing and carrying out, rather than one of ideals and reflection.

on another note, there is something that has been going on and off throughout 2014 and i refuse to let it be a thing of 2015. so here's to emotional liberation and the self sufficiency to focus on the realistic and present aspects of life around me.