Today, I feel okay. 
Mind you, it's a pathetic example of "okay", but at least it's something, right?  Anything is better than when I felt not okay. 
I ate today (high-fiving myself), I tried to do something good, and I went to /all/ of my classes.  DID GOOD.

On Saturday, I'm going to visit the University of Toronto for a tour, lecture, and strings masterclass.  I'm excited!  Hopefully this will demolish my fears in regards to the confusion that is post-secondary education, and I'll have one less thing to worry about on those sleepless nights.  

"We accept the love we think we deserve."