Plastic Taste { Joji a.u. }

the one where she bites off more than she can chew

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Arimoto, I promise I will do better next time-"

"Words mean nothing, Miss Amari. Do not promise me, show me." Her teacher snapped.

Emi nodded, lip quivering as the gathered her things and left the room.

Too much.

It was too much.

It was almost summer, and finals were just about done, and Emi realized something.

She wasn't ready.

She could hardly handle the hours and hours of work that her college was piling on.

Going to work and to school was difficult enough, but then she had to stress and stay up until ungodly hours, and even pull some all nighters just to get her work done, which only added to her stress.

She felt sick all the time now, she lived in a constant state of Fear of failure and Misery. (Oops.)

She wished that she could say that she was numb to it all, but she simply wasn't.

It hurt her, and today was worse than usual.

She got a horrible grade on one of her finals, and every single teacher had snapped or yelled at her for something or other today.

She still had a few more days of school left until summer break, but god, she didn't know if she could make it.