Stress

T-1 day until the first day of my last semester at Duke.

*cue dramatic music*

I’ve got five days to study for this final. This fucking final. 😱

I told one of the guys desperate to date me that I didn’t want to hear from him until Friday…

Another day, another death, another shooting

I grow weary thinking of all that’s happened the past few months.

they warned me of monsters under my bed

nothing of the monsters in my head

as the world contorts to funhouse mirrors

my mind fogged up, a windshield on a crisp, frosty morning

from my deepest nightmares I awake to reality