The Shattering Shambles of Amoeba Girl

All these academic papers cut my schedule into fractions of a second that i'm only content wasting.

My hard-earned life lessons are getting swept away as footnotes in a paper sea of other students' attempts to swim upstream in the bureaucratic giant that is College. i don't matter to a single member of the faculty even as i fly from the nest in these next few weeks. Just fleeting faces i can scarcely attach names to. i only think of people i love and the most of them that i never get to see.

Even after 4 almost solid years of school and 3 of parttime work, student loans and hungry credit cards still steal every potential penny. This life seems to come prepackaged with debt and regret. i just want to be confident in my decisions and earlier this week, i couldn't even decide if my most important choice was worth keeping around.

The next few months i'm on my own personal probation to figure out what i want to be with my life and "pretty" will not be an acceptable ambition.