I’m tired. Too tired to give you a real update.
My feet hurt, my knees hurt. I’m so tired I almost feel like I’m high. My body just feels like a sack of lead. My head feels like it weighs a ton. My eyes feel like they’re bloodshot; they probably look bloodshot too.
My head is buzzing like it usually does when I’m depressed. My eyes keep unfocusing. And I’m not even done with all the shit I need to do.
I’m tired. I’m sad. I don’t want to be here anymore. I just want to go home where I can rest. Rest and not have to worry about turning in this paper on time, or finishing those four assignments before going to work, or covering someone’s shifts without taking away too much homework time, or gaining the motivation to do any of this stuff, or budgeting my time so that I have time in the first place.
I don’t really care that I have about two weeks left. I’m ready to be done and away from here. I want to come home.
Two weeks, Gina! I wish I could be there to help you get through the days. I miss you, and I’m sure you miss the world outside of college by now. Ithaca might be beautiful, but your probably sick of it by now. You can make it, Gina! I believe in you!