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Ick. I've gone through the "gosh, this blog is getting messy" stage more than a hundred times in my short eighteen years. I did some early spring cleaning, though it's only half done. I've been so terribly lazy lately. I haven't had the motivation to write entries, to study, to do all the things I said I would do. I've become scared of myself. Where is the enthusiasm I had for all those things, before I entered college? Where did my passions, my self-control, my life—go? I feel like I'm not living a life right now. I'm just going through motions, motions that don't mean anything, not anything at all.