I’m afraid I won’t. I’m afraid my future is crumbling. It scares me to think that the possibility is real that I won’t graduate and get on with my life. I don’t think I could survive another year like this. It’s times like these that make me crazy with rage and depression. I can’t live here anymore. I can’t. I can’t be treated like this. I’ll die. I need to move on.
you sound exactly like me. The best I can do is tell you what everyone tells me. Hang the fuck in there, and try not to drown in your own self doubt. I still haven’t figured out how.
How's it going?
Feeling any better about the world?
Whoa, I know you. I went to Dana and I found you from your “get a tattoo” comment. Haha wow, the internet is a creepy place.
I’m Alyssa Johnston by the by. The aide in Gundy’s psych class.
I’m glad we all graduated.