Is it my jolts of energy that keep my creativity going? Or the butterflies in my stomach on wondering if ill make it this semester.
I've got three weeks. Three god damn weeks to impress a teacher I could give two shits about. He hasn't kept me inspired this semester and I feel as if that's what my college is lacking. I only feel inspired when I'm with a certain teacher. Everyone else I hate.
How does one overcome the sadness of not knowing the future. How do you go about forgetting about all of this stress I have put upon myself? In doing so I have become afraid to let anyone in. I'm afraid of the challenge of relationships. I have literally put the weight of the world on my shoulders this semester. And I wish I could have someone to help me up, and get me back to normal.
Like normal katy. Like back in the day katy. Le sigh.
