What.

It's fucking June now, are you getting this? How is it fucking June?

I keep having to send e-mails and talk to people and just generally communicate like an adult.

And there's no magic bullet, which I knew, but was trying not to think about.

Ugh, whatever. For better or worse it will all be over soon. Past a certain point, the petty things stop mattering and you need to just brush them out of your mind. I just wish that wasn't so hard to remember.