I have been trying to work out a pretty good schedule for school and it seems that there's always a problem that doesn't fail to ruin it.
Will I ever finish school? Will I ever get a better job? For whatever reason it gets dragging by the minute. Frustrating by the minute. Pathetic by the minute. They say that I should be thankful for God's little delays in life. Then I'll try to. But that doesn't mean that the frustration won't go away.
When will you ever stop being Prozac?
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