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i could tell myself to just get the damn degree first because yes my qualifications aren't what will define me, or whatever happens after. right. it's just three more years, for something that will open doors and i am honestly thankful for. but every waking moment is difficult. when each passing day is a struggle, god, three years seems impossible. how many more times am i going to have to pop a xanax just because i started thinking about my future. how many more nights will i cry myself to sleep?