I have set a time limit for myself. 8pm tomorrow night, I will be done with all of my papers, come hell or high water. Because honestly, I’m just sick of it at this point. I’m sick of getting 3 hours of sleep per night, and I’m sick of constantly feeling a wee bit nauseous in the pit of my stomach and I can’t tell if it’s from all of the coffee I’m practically mainlining in order to stay awake, or because of the anxiety. I’m sick of friends who are already done with all of their finals, and I’m sick of having fun senior week things thrown in my face when I don’t get to enjoy them yet. I’m sick of having to juggle writing papers with doing things like exit counseling for my student loans and ordering my cap and gown. I’ve missed parties, I missed Holi (which I really wanted to go to), I haven’t seen most of my friends in over a week, and I feel like I’m becoming a raging bitch. I’m sick of it all. And my allergies are making me feel like shit. I want to enjoy my remaining time at this school. I want to do stupid senior week things like take the same boat trip we took as freshman, and get drunk with my friends, and look forward to graduation instead of having panic attacks that I won’t finish everything in time. So 8pm tomorrow, I will be done. I have about 22-25 pages of assorted things to finish, and I’ll stay up all night (AGAIN) if I have to, because I just want to be fucking done, dammit! DONE, I TELL YOU.

(Source: collegeproblems)