It is a sick feeling to wake up and grab your cell phone to realize that it is 9:41, and that you missed your 8 and 9 o clock classes. It's even worse to realize you probably overcut your 8 o clock. Your stomach sinks even further when you remember that you forgot to take your CWC quiz- for the fourth time in a row. At this point the only thing that you can think is:
FML.
What a great way to start the day.
Then you stand in chapel and wonder how the hell you managed to sink so deep. How you can be such a great person on the outside, except for the swear words that sometimes slip, and say all the right things all the time, and still be the worst of the worst on the inside. Spiritually bankrupt.
This is what it feels like to be dead.
And I cannot resuscitate myself.
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