I Wonder If Where My Thoughts Stop, I Begin

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iknowimnotevenonesemesterinbutimsotired i don’t understand how i’m supposed to keep going(deadline)(deadline)(deadline) i’m so supposed to be working i guess but truly im frozen. i am only panic and dread. there is no me. there is no purpose for me. i can’t work i just stare and i spiral and i spin. i’m supposed to be writing. reading. working. anything. i’m watching time pass as i feel the dread grow in intensity and seep into every pore every cell every inch i would rather die than work ( iwd) my plea is sad truly. pathetic. i hate grad school so much i. think i’m tired. i might just be suicidal. it’s not important tho. i’m gonna start homework now