i've had coursework piling up for weeks. i've neglected to finish it. i give up trying halfway through, or i don't have the motivation to start.

today, i forced myself to do it all. and it was exhausting. it's so late at night, i'm barely awake, but it's done. i did it.

it doesn't change much in the grand scheme of things. i'm still lonely, i'm still hurting, but at least i don't need to worry about whether i'll fail my classes right now.