My roommate doesn't know this,
But every Thursday night when she leaves for class,
I cradle myself into this ball of depression.
I think how much of a failure I am.
I think about how worthless I have been feeling lately.
It's like no matter how much I try, I always end up messing up.
I feel exhausted.
It makes me think back to junior year, when I wanted nothing more than to suffocate my emotions under decorated pillows.