I'm close to breaking point.
I can't relax for a second without letting guilt creep all over me.
I'm so short-fused and forever pissed that I've got a perpetual frown between my brow.
Work is never ending and my brain cells are running out.
I really want to give up and shoot myself in the head.
I WANT TO QUIT SCHOOL.
But quitters are losers.
Damn.
"Is he the one that you wish to wake up to for the rest of your life?"
"I wouldn't mind."
"It's either a Yes or a No."
"Hmm. I feel depressed every time we part. So I guess it's a Yes."
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