2.27.2024: i'm a sickly victorian child

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  Ok, so imagine, you are in speech and have practice and comps every Thursday and Saturday, you have finals coming up for school, you have a job, and you are also applying for collage and scholarships. Everything is going ok. Your schedule is a little packed but you're ok. Ok, now you're sick and on your period and it's finals week. :D

  I am falling apart at my seems. I have cried five times today: Britney Broski met Beyoncé, my classmates didn't reply to my emails for peer reviews, I feel dumb next to my friend and desk partner in two classes, I had to schedule my own doctors appointment, and I feel guilty trying to relax. It is only 4pm I have many more hours to find something to cry about.

  I just want to quit my job, my clubs, and my AP classes. Please, let me be normal and ok.

  I just wanna be in collage already. I'm romanticizing it already. It's gonna be great. 

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