Every other day I look at my countdown until I gradaute.. 92 days isn’t that far.. yet everyday passes by and it feels like a lifetime.
Today was hectic, and I didn’t even go to school.
I barely ate.
And now I’m barely sleeping anymore.
And I have a doctors appointment tomorrow… great.
I’m so in for it.
But at the moment, I’m fucked up, not caring about a thing, annoyed at everything, and borderline suicidal! Yay!
we could be married with like 4 kids and i’d still be too scared to text you first