So I'mma let 'em cuddle with their own self-hate

She don't need sleep, he don't need love. They won't see free, they caught a bad dub.

Staring at my google doc isn't helping. I need to get the ball rolling for my papers. I said I would turn it in on Monday.

Insert swear word here, I'm just too stressed. This whole sick thing really, really messed with my whatnot in English. I literally lost an entire week. There's no way I'm going to be able to have everything ready by Monday. There's just no way. I have no idea what to do. Mr Mitchell, you probably really don't care about my stress problems, but I can't do this without some relief. When I get too stressed, I get immobilized. I can't work or push myself until the stress levels get out of the danger zone. It's just the way I'm programmed. I need to talk to you, get something worked out so I know what to do. I can't have everything ready by Monday. I'm still recovering from my cold, and it's Saturday. I'm coughing up mucus, my fever is doing it's final break so I'm sweating, and the dizziness hasn't completely faded. If I want a decent grade on this, I need an extension. Wednesday or Thursday. Please. I know grades close Friday and that puts pressure on you, but I need to be able to do my best on these. They're huge grades, and I can't fail them or it'll bring my grade down a lot... Do you understand? I'm already getting a C in English, if I get any lower it'll be a D or failing. I can't be that guy who looks like they don't try hard enough in classes when actually just a lot of bad things happen to me.

I'm nearly positive my depression is clinical. Nearly.

So it's tomorrow and I'm in the library. I wonder if these posts matter at all.

IS there 300 words here? Yep.