Finals?

Right,
I'm going in for class tomorrow and writing whatever comes to mind for my final.
I just don't care
And it will be like a giant free write to entertain the Professor when she's half-way through grading everyone else's papers.
I've already failed
I can feel it in my bones
Creeping, climbing, seeping, sliming,
And I DON'T care
Sounds like I'm trying to convince myself, and in a way, I am.
I'm aching and all I can think of or hope for is the freedom from school, freedom from requirements, freedom from all of it (don't don't don't think about your grandfather...). JeriJo said the cabin might be finished by this fall.
I can't quite put my finger on why, but I want it so bad... mine mine mine!

home?

HOME.

Mine mine mine mine mine


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