A case of the post-freshman blues
I'm no longer a freshman. Fuck. How do I even begin to voice this dread? I'm haunted by the hollow pit of knowing that time actively slipped through my hands, and I find no prayer…
I'm no longer a freshman. Fuck. How do I even begin to voice this dread? I'm haunted by the hollow pit of knowing that time actively slipped through my hands, and I find no prayer…