I loved great expectations. I had to read it in the eighth grade. I hated the teacher, but I got Miss Havisham.
Its not the GPA. That’s fine with this degree. It’s not the friends. I don’t have tons, but they’re close. It’s the loneliness.
I am going slightly crazy as I am trying to get everything done before the end of the semester…
I am making redicusoluly high expectations, and trying to do too much in too short of a day…
Lets see how it goes this semester…
I just took a break from the gym to day… only to study.. but oh well. It was a nice break.
Adults blame me for their problems. They think I have that much pull.
