I'm exhausted at times. From time to time, I'm tired of the same ole shit. Sometimes I'm tired of life taking the road less traveled. Every now and then I can't take the beating of my own self-criticism. Sometimes it only takes one bad mark, one bad professor, or one minute late to lecture, that'll massacre my optimism. But more often than not, there's always someone to hold me, love me, and soothe my angst. My fatigue vanishes, I dawn a smile, and I feel incandescent. Life is good.