10/4/23

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I have this essay that's due on Friday.

And


Because of that essay, I kinda forgot about all my other schoolwork, and now I'm behind in my spelling.

Because of that essay, I can't quite see past Friday. It's like Friday is a brick wall. And Friday is getting closer and closer, and eventually, I'm going to be crushed against that brick wall and time will keep going forward. This Friday might be the next time that I'll be stuck in. Just like I currently am with April. 


I hate that. I hate that. I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it.

It's so unfair that I'm the only person I know struggling like this. It's unfair that no one I know can help me with this.

Oh, the essay? I'm nearly done with it. 

Even so, I'm still suffering, Friday is still a brick wall that I can't see past.


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