I don't wanna hurt you I don't wanna make you sway Like I know I've done before I will not do it anymore I've always been a dreamer I've had my head up in the clouds Now that I'm coming down Won't you be my solid ground?
Senioritis is like morphine. Sitting here with 8 math assignments due tomorrow (and only 2 attempted), I am conscious of my situation... yet I feel no pain.
I got into one of my dream schools, but my mom won't let me go. Instead, she wants me to go to Cal, which only offered me admission for the SPRING semester. So I'd have to attend that stupid fall program...
My heart is breaking. I don't know what the point of applying anywhere was anymore.