Finals

The world seems so dark.
I am homesick.
I have four finals and a week at the Banks between me and home.

Daniel has no patience with those who are stressed about finals.
I hate him for leaving me here to study alone.
I feel like his is disappointed somehow.
I hate studying.
I hate
I hate.

Why am I crying? I can do this.
I know i can.
I've done this four times before.

I have a headache.
This is terrible.
terrible.
terrible.

I can't focus.
I can't breathe.
I'm freaking out.
This is as bad as sleeping used to be before the trazodone.


I can't do this.
I can't.
I can't.