I sit here trying to organize my thoughts, trying to grasp every little piece of information being thrown at me, being forced to swallow every little unnecessary tedious assignment placed in front of me. I sit her and panic as my soul cries and screeches out for a break. For some time, time to breath, please it is all I need. I need a breath of fresh air a cloud of oxygen over powering every little spot in my head that has been suffocated with the thought of not being able to make it. Not being able to accomplish the things I am told to. I find myself sitting here, helpless.