It’s nearly the end. I haven’t much time left – I haven’t much left to say. This school year was, well, far from what I thought it would be. It almost doesn’t seem real. A nightmare that I hope to wake up from. I’ll even accept the cold sweat, the thumping heart, the paralyzing fear. But it wouldn’t be real, it wouldn’t be my reality. And yet, here I stand. Confused, disheartened.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.
Yet, this is not the end. Merely the end of yet another chapter.