I am unbelievably miserable. The prospect of graduating doesn’t even excite me at this point because I don’t know what’s next or where I’ll be or what I’ll do when I get there. I’d really just like to run away. It’s not even fear of the future, it’s boredom in the present. 10000000%, not even movies or music or food could make it better, actual, incurable, boredom. Crying helps, but only momentarily. This is a real-life FML situation. I’d say “save me,” but there’s no one here. Never is.