this imaginary fortress

I know I'm not the only one feeling overwhelmed lately. Michelle is starting to feel the pressures of grad school. I swear to God, if our relationship survives Grad School, it'll be amazing. Weekends are not long enough and are filled with too much responsibility. My brother's also having a rough time trying to get everything done and then some.

I know this doesn't get easier. I know that other jobs, professions, lives just have different stresses and constraints. And that if weren't this it'd be something else. But God, sometimes I wish for the something else.