I've never felt so miserable; I've never cried so much. It's sort of like an
episode of Sailor Moon but it's far less desirable to *actually* be so
misty-eyed.

I got home a little bit ago; it's past 2AM. I hardly made it inside before I
collapsed on the floor by the entrance-way and let my feelings slip out. I
doubt there's anything I realized, lying prostrate out like that next to my
backpack and my notebook except that I'm not really content to keep doing
*this*.

I've got the courage to keep going on (what for the sake of my parents and
my friends and the people who count on me) but I only never realized that
doing so well and working so hard that I'm *recognized* for it could be so
taxing on one.