how silly of me, to think I could actually pull it off this semester.
(I can't listen in class when it's taking all my concentration to hold back tears. I can't get to class when I can't remember why I'm still alive. I can't do any work when every two or three days I have to spend an hour collapsed on my bed crying.)
(this isn't about the WTC. I don't have any emotions left for that.)
(I don't have any emotions left.)
(I don't have anything left.)