Tell me I'll be fine

I'm in this, semi-catatonic state. For the past three days in school, I've been feeling like I want to fly. Because my feet feel dead and I just want to float everywhere I go, since it's not like I have an aim anyway. It sucks when it's after the freaking promos and I just want to sleep. And I've really really been hoping for my GPA of 3 so if I don't get it, it's just going to take alot out of me. A 3 isn't even that much to ask for, and I dunno. I didn't know it would hit me that hard, that it would be such a disappointment. Tomorrow, will be a fateful day, and I'm worried for all of us.

Every aching wound will colourise and bruise /