...sometimes it all just feels so hopeless...

i'm going to fail three classes. there. i can say it with outward calm, with an air of nonchalance. but inside i am a mess. my heart is racing, tears prick behind my eyes, and my stomach is heaving. i work so hard, and yet i fail. or, i work so hard to work so hard. but i know that i am not working hard enough. no matter how hard i try, i cannot bring myself to do it. i need someone to save me. save me from this shit. before i melt into a puddle of uncried tears and unbled blood. i'm going to pass out and hit the floor, for there is no one to catch me. i've got to get my shit together, but some how my arms aren't working. oh, god.