It really doesn't matter.

I admit to having the terrible habit of overdoing things. From my colossal pile of laundry that has been neglected for weeks, to the dishes spilling over from the sink onto the counter- its all irrelevent. It doesn't matter whether or not they are never done. In fact, it doesn't matter if I am in school or not or even if I am dating anyone. Empty Fridays or crazy nights- they don't matter. It's silly to think that they do. The fact of the matter is, the only thing that really matters is that I am trying.