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six weeks left. every time i count the days it just makes me wish i had already dropped out.
but i know i have got to finish this semester. and then everything will be okay.
i won't feel sick and scared just walking into wal-mart. i won't lay awake, unable to go to sleep all night, until my alarm goes off. i won't smoke too many cigarettes because the meds aren't helping with the anxiety anymore.
i won't be here, wishing i was there. i will be there, and i will feel alive, the way i feel every time i am there.
i know that these weeks will fly by, and before i know it i'll be there, but.
it still feels like it's too far away.
but i know i have got to finish this semester. and then everything will be okay.
i won't feel sick and scared just walking into wal-mart. i won't lay awake, unable to go to sleep all night, until my alarm goes off. i won't smoke too many cigarettes because the meds aren't helping with the anxiety anymore.
i won't be here, wishing i was there. i will be there, and i will feel alive, the way i feel every time i am there.
i know that these weeks will fly by, and before i know it i'll be there, but.
it still feels like it's too far away.