f**k. Six more days.
I really want to cry.
It’s not healthy to feel all these emotions in a short amount of time. It can’t be healthy. I feel like I’m losing my mind. One second I’m on the edge of despair, feeling as if I’ve been thrown in hellfire, and another, I’m consumed by a kind of euphoric joy that leaves the body too sensitive to stimuli.
The week passes slowly and I go through the motions of every day, forcing myself to concentrate on actually living. I go to school. I go to all my classes and glee practice. I do all the course works, the extra credit, the papers, and the projects, dulling my brain and forcing it to work. My friends help me, of course, in their own way, asking me to study with them for quizzes and long quizzes, and I play along. Suddenly, I’m on a Lucas cleanse
