This entire fucking summer has taken it's toll on me and I'm fucking sick of it. I have decided to withdraw from my last class and come home early. It is what I need. I need to get away. I need a fucking break. I do have mixed feeling but I know, deep down, it is what's best for me. I'll be back the 7th of august and will be there for about a
I can't even put into words how shitty my life is right now. I have hit my lowest, low and I don't know when I can pick myself back up.
I have no idea what I'm doing. I have no idea where my life is going. I have no idea why this is happening to me. I have no idea who I can trust. And I have no idea when I will be okay.
I feel it necessary to explain what is going on in my life or vent my feelings but what's there to say that hasn't been said thousands of times before?
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I'm either setting myself up for disaster or preparing myself for the truth.
Latter.
I guess it'll only be a matter of time, it just depends on when. There always seems to be an answer, an excuse. Personally, I just think it's all bullshit.
I don't understand.
Why finish if the end is already known? There is no point...at all.