Until the end, this poem really fit how I've been feeling.

Maybe it is because it is the end of the school year soon and the pressure is on,

or that school will be over forever and I can't imagine what comes next.

Either way, I'm negative.

But I think I am in love,

so that is not the problem.

Either way, a poem read off of another blog but found very applicable to life now.

"I do not like my state of mind;
I'm bitter, querulous, unkind.
I hate my legs, I hate my hands,
I do not yearn for lovelier lands.
I dread the dawn's recurrent light;
I hate to go to bed at night.
I snoot at simple, earnest folk.
I cannot take the simplest joke.
I find no peace in paint or type.
My world is but a lot of tripe.
I'm disillusioned, empty-breasted.
For what I think, I'd be arrested.
I am not sick. I am not well.
My quondam dreams are shot to hell.
My soul is crushed, my spirit sore:
I do not like me any more.
I cavil, quarrel, grumble, grouse.
I ponder on the narrow house.
I shudder at the thought of men.
I'm due to fall in love again."

-Dorothy Parker