story of my life

And now week five has sped off of my horizon and left me toppled over the cliff of knowledge in its wake.

In short, I am sickeningly frightened that my aptitude is too frail for my coursework.

My eyes for my academic goals are bigger than my cognitive stomach.

I'm dumb.

Last night I dreamed I saw Amrin. He stared at me; "is that really you?" he asked. He held me tightly, and I smelled him (Hugo Boss, Asit), and then the house we were in was destroyed by a tsunami.