then the good minute goes

i am fully expecting to die where schoolwork is concerned in the next 7 weeks of my life. it is, in my opinion, gonna be 7 weeks that cannot pass soon enough, and yet are far too precious because i have so much to accomplish. 

everything seems to be slipping away from me now, no matter how hard i try. it's like grasping at straws, at thin air, trying to hold on to nothing expecting to feel something. i cannot slip up, i need my wits about me, and yet i am so aware of my own limitations. i am too human, too finite, too inept. and still i try, and i try.

then the good minute goes.