Despite my grades suggesting that classes are going smoothly, it has been anything but that.

I think I'm finally starting to get an idea of what my schedule and workload looks like.

One summer, nineteen units, why? I bet on myself, and I think I'm going to lose.

my toxic relationship with the burden of potential, my cut that always bleeds.

once again, college counselling killed my enthusiasm. i knew it. i should've done it alone.

if i give up now, what will i have done? what will i have accomplished?

due to my lack of motivation and hatred towards school, i've had recurring thoughts of taking a gap year after high school.

college to me doesn't only represent my education. because of my personal experiences, it means so much more.