Still in love with my ex, midterm season for grad school is in full swing, my best friend has bounced to the manic side of his bipolar and my period decided a surprised visit was in order. It’s become one of those weeks where no matter how many times I say I’m fine, I don’t think I ever actually will be.

Running my ass off, waiving off the guys at the gym and putting my nose to the grindstone in hopes it will all just fade away