for you i have given up everything and more. but yet somehow i know, that it will never be enough

struggling to keep my eyelids open and my mind focused on the black ink across the white sheets of paper sprawled across my desk
willing my mind to decipher understand and remember the graphs and equations that seem so foreigh to me.
wishing that the phone would ring.

unprepared could not even begin to describe the state that i am currently in.
paper on friday.
this is the start of the end of my life.