First leg of the race, and I'm already winded...

It's already so late, and I'm ready to go to bed. However, this study math final has kept me up studying. I swear, all my stress could kill a cow, and what makes matters worse, is that I don't even know what I'm reaching for.
I've got a 3.8 gpa, and a C in this math class would bring me down to a 3.5 gpa, and frankly, I'd cry over it.

Yet, I'm reaching for the highest gpa possible, with aims to transfer to the best school possible, but I don't even know what I want to do anymore. I'm always racking my brain trying to figure out if I want to screw everything in my life and go across the country to a far away school and just start over or if I should hold on to everything I have here, friends, Sweet Talk, and others, and make the best of the dirty situations that I would love to run away from.


I honestly don't know what to do, who to rely on, or what to believe anymore...

and truth be told, just knowing that I don't know anything about my own life makes me want to run away for good.

First year of college is over.
Time for round two.


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