torsdag 28 april 2011

28.04.2011

I cannot do this. I cannot manage. I cannot breathe. I do not want to do this. I do not want to fail. I do not know what to do. I am still hurt after what you did to me but I still miss you but as soon as I do, I think of what you did and I am just hurt again. I am so stressed that I cannot seem to manage to study, at all. I am freaking out. How have people managed to score a IB-diploma before me? I am about to faint.

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