feeling melancholy and a bit sentimental. the deadline i gave myself is fast approaching. i've once again reached the point where i can no longer afford to wait.

i'm sort of torn. i don't want that day to come but at the same time, i know i have to. i can't keep on moving my deadlines. its not fair to me.

i don't know. i was holding out or something that i thought would be great. there was a promise of something. but, apparently not. again.