It’s almost the end of school. Someone told me that there were about 20 days left and I nearly burst into tears. I’m seriously on the verge. The verge of what you may ask? The verge of death? The verge of splitting from end-of-school-stress? The verge of committing murder? Maybe all. Some days I think about how I’m possibly going to make it until I graduate which seems like it’s decades away. But then again, this year blew past faster than my will to live. I also feel like some teachers are cracking. Stuff isn’t making sense anymore and If everyone is suffering no matter how good they are doing in class, what the hell is going on? They ask, “if your friends are jumping off a cliff would you?” Well if it is to escape these last days in solidarity, then hell yeah I’m going to jump off a cliff. Hey, maybe I’ll jump off the balcony above the commons if a friend comes with me. Instead of being on the edge of a couch like Amber Heard, I am on the edge of a breakdown. I’m sitting here writing this at 11 PM because I could not care less to prepare for a fishbowl and I have given up on using my pocket agenda. All my cute little colored pens will remain unused as I default to my smooth black one. School comes in cycles, starting with the school supply shopping spree and ending with me giving up on all my assignments. Please console me haha!