Lord o’ mighty this is gonna be a long semester. I got my campuses down-pat, but to be at another school all-over again is a tough pill to swallow; this is the year I should be graduating, but thanks to a few administrive “oops” and my personal trumps, I’m at my third school trying to at least complete a two-year degree. So I’ll at least have something by the time I’m 23.
It could just me bein’ cranky because I’m bored and lonely; could be I’m not really happy with the way things have turned by my 21st year. I just wanna see that, I don’t know, everything is worth something in the end.
I’m worth something, right?
