It has got to get better than this.
It has got to be more than dorm rooms, and textbooks, and disappointing test grades, and lecturing professors, and 2am caffeine filled pages, and the feeling of failure.
It has got to get better than this feeling right now, than hopeless desolation, than razor blades and straight red lines, than flushing toilet bowls, than smoke in my lungs, than the tear stained face in the mirror that calls me pathetic.
Life has got to get better than this.
It should have adventures with friends, and laughing so hard you cry, and goofy pictures, and puppy fur, and sunshine, and fruit, and beach waves, and highways, and full moons surrounded by a million stars, and flowers, and drunken memories.
It has to get better, right?