so it begins

by Sarah Luna

the depression.

brought on by finals and the imminent separation of all my friends.

I don’t want to do anything. Granted, I’ve been studying genetics for the past 8 hours. That might be enough to fry anyone’s brain. But I’m switching gears now to food bac, and all I want to do is stare into space. Or curl up into a ball. Or watch a movie buried under a ton of blankets. Or sleep.

but none of that