Notice me, take my hand. Why are we strangers when...
Driving home from the gym today, I broke. My iPod was on shuffle and Marilyn Monroe by Nicki Minaj came on: Truth is we mess up Till we get it right I don't want to end up losing my soul I can get low, I can get low Don’t know which way is up Yea I can get high, I can get high Like I could never come down Call it a curse Or just call me blessed If you can’t handle my worst You ain’t getting my best Is this how Marilyn Monroe felt? Must be how Marilyn Monroe felt All the emotions from the past week or so came flooding in as I gasped for air and felt tears flood my eyes and stream down my face. I arrived home and went straight to my room. I shut the door and in the dark I collapsed against it and just let myself cry alone. This breakdown has been a long time coming, but the straw that broke the camels back today was failing an Organic Chemistry Exam (again, second in a row, and if its possible, I did even worse). I studied my ass off, and gave up sleep, a ...