"Pass out at 3, wake up at 10, go out to eat then do it again"
When I first entered college, I felt like I was on a vacation. Now, it's quite literally the opposite. I feel like I am in hell...well, not college in general, but just this time of the quarter. Finals week always throws me off, making me feel all sorts of bitterness towards school, academics and even life. Questions like "what is the point of school" turn into questions like "what is the point of life?". It's moments like now when I am running on very little sleep, with a hundred flashcards at the library at 3 in the morning that I feel like I am in limbo... in the deepest part of my misery, questioning my existence and wondering when it will all be over. (Only partially serious, please do not refer me to any hotlines). Almost like David...
"Is this real life?!? Why is this happening to me? Is this going to be forever?"
I feel you, David.
T-72 hours til freedom. See you all on the flip side...if I make it out alive.
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