Is it a bad thing when I'm looking more forward to my spring break--when I'm going to Houston with my girls--than my boyfriend's spring break, when I get to spend full days with him, after not seeing him for two months?

I think it might be partially exhaustion.

I am the new assistant city editor for the Daily Tar Heel.

Step one on my path to having my dreams come true is checked off.

But I don't ever have time to do anything anymore. Meaning Sam and I rarely talk anymore.

It's not his fault. It's mine. I always have something I need to do.

But it's like I've gotten used to hardly talking anymore.

I don't even miss talking to him everyday.

I hardly look forward to seeing him, on any basis besides purely physical.

Maybe I just don't have time to be in love anymore. Or the energy.