It's not about compromising

Two days from now, at 10:24 P.M., I will be on the road with my parents heading to NY. I'm...excited, nervous, and just annoyed. 

Excited--to leave this school.

Nervous--because I want the entire Spring Break to go well.

Annoyed--because I'm scared it won't and school is such shit.

It's just a shit. Not that it's being shitty. It's just, this entire school and classes are shit. Except my painting class. Everything else can disperse.

Blah.

Requirements. Grades. Papers. Lectures.

I hate it all.

College is anxiety.