There are two-ish more weeks to this semester.
I have taken to a survival-only instinct.
My idea of being social is sitting at a big table in the library.
Friends tell me I “shovel” food into my mouth at meals. Shovel. Then run. Back to my boyfriend…the library.
I haven’t seen my roommate in over 8 days for more than 20 minute segments of time.
My blood has to taste like a latte from the amount of coffee I’ve been ingesting.
I get panicky if my planner isn’t within a few feet of me.
Eye of the tiger: I will survive.
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