Dear Mom, College is a blast. I love it here! I'm doing fine. Mom, I'm okay.
Or at least I tell you I am To avoid the proverbial I told you so That looms behind everything you say. The reality is I'm drowning on dry land Just like you said I would I am living up to the stereotype of my depression and anxiety.
And you, you were right. You know me best. You knew I couldn't do it And I was so full of myself I just wanted to prove you wrong. Just once, I wanted to swim Or at least stay afloat.