blueblood

there's no way. it's just not doable. it's not possible. no matter how hard i try to cram the pieces together, the puzzle won't work. there's just not enough time.

i fucked up. i fucked it all up. school. my life. i royally fucked it up. i'm a royal fuckup.

when i think about it i lose the ability to breathe properly. when i think about it i am clouded by a numbing calm.

and all i can think about is how bad i seem to fuck everything up. always.

sure there are other options. but i have wasted so much time, so much energy, so much half-assed effort. i have wasted so much. it was such a waste. i am a waste.