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I feel like I'm wasting my time. On just about everything. On most relationships (since they're not moving or even regressing even though I'm trying my hardest). On school. Strike two, world. Just make this weekend go by quickly and then we only have to endure one more month. I don't think I want to go back to school, ever. Just release me into the world with 'some college', and I'll get by and live a mediocre life in a mediocre house with a mediocre husband and a mediocre job. My arms hurt from reaching for the stars for so long, and my face has eternal crevices from the constant river of tears. Just leave me be so that I may wither up and die. After all the hubbub and fuss of my death has passed, I will rise anew. I will be more powerful and vibrant than ever, like the phoenix. So don't turn your back on me, cruel opressors. Keep your eyes on me, those who make my life miserable. The moment you've turned away, the second you blink, I will crush through your barriers and win the prize. And there's nothing you can do to stop me.

you're peeking inside the head of biancasimone @ 12:35 AM