There are things I want to give up, and studying isn’t one of those. College is really squeezing me dry, especially my mind. I’m in the verge of breaking down and wanting to curl in the corner and rock myself. I miss vacation, though it had been a month since and 2 weeks away from another, I still do. I miss sleeping at night without the need of thinking what I should’ve done, should be doing and shall do the next day. Beside me right now is a complete endoskeleton of a (dog fish) shark; it doesn’t bother me really- I’m cocky that way. I am worried with what I should be studying next Tuesday night (4 different endoskeletons, goddamn scientific names, orders, classes, and phyla.)
I do not want to be eaten alive metaphorically, let alone literally.
Nonetheless 