The Day of my 19th year of celebrating my existance has come and gone.

I managed to rush through the day flashing a smile. Inside, I veiled the struggle that's been weighing on my heart strings. I talked a lot. Not mentioning the great struggle once. Not about my nervousness about our marriage. Nor did we discuss the struggle of my existance, as a future wife, employee, student, daughter, sister, jobless stna. I can't get motivated with school. I'm exhausted. I'm worn out. I'm tired. I'm hurting. Struggling.