Bottling up

No one to talk to. No strength to do what I'm supposed to do. No energy left to be strong for someone else.

May 29. I'm nine days away. Nine days.

Will I graduate this time? Will I?

I need miracles.

And I need someone to lean my head on for awhile.

I badly need help.

Where should I turn to but God?

How else should I face all of these but with a courageous heart, mind and will?!

It's suffocating to bottle up.

And pretend as if I'm doing really fine...