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This semester is starting to stress me out.
I want it to be over.
But I also know that the end of this semester means the beginning of the next one.
And then the end of my college life.
And the beginning of my adult life.
That I am not ready for.
I told Richard last night that I'm not going to be able to get a job after school, and that he should break up with me now to save himself the worry.
He didn't, but.
You know.
I love him too much to disappoint him.
I think he might be happier without me.
I'm just a failure.
I've already given up on my life.
And it hasn't even started.
I want it to be over.
But I also know that the end of this semester means the beginning of the next one.
And then the end of my college life.
And the beginning of my adult life.
That I am not ready for.
I told Richard last night that I'm not going to be able to get a job after school, and that he should break up with me now to save himself the worry.
He didn't, but.
You know.
I love him too much to disappoint him.
I think he might be happier without me.
I'm just a failure.
I've already given up on my life.
And it hasn't even started.