fraying
Already, nothing is the same.
Life is coming apart at the seams - so why is it that I can’t seem to make myself sew up the edges?
Maybe I prefer a mass of indiscernible threads. No, I take that back. I don’t prefer it, it just seems to suit me better.
One quarter down, three to go. Tests sneaking up from every direction. I wonder why more high school students don’t drive themselves to insanity. One thread out of many, but there seem to be so many knots already.