Failing

So this week has not been going well. Last week didn't either. I don't remember the last time I had a good week. I skipped my favorite class twice this week, so now I'm going to fail it. I can't afford to go to school spring term, but if I don't I'll spend about fifty billion more years in college. I have a bajillion papers to write. I've been oddly emotional lately, and it's lasted more than a month, so it can't be blamed on being a girl. I'm sick of everything, but somehow I still have managed to enjoy life anyway. I just want to talk to someone, ok, what I really want is a hug. A real hug. Not some sideways thing as someone takes out the trash. I want a full, here's my shoulder to cry on, it's going to be okay hug.