Maybe 5 minutes before getting up from my desk and turning in this weak midterm I was just staring at the seats and worrying about this course. And then I was like, why AM I still here? Shouldn’t I cut my losses? Why should I worry about how my classmates will look at me if I won’t see them next week? It was like the future “sharpened” for a few moments and I got up and turned it in and left. The dissatisfaction followed me out of course but I knew I did what I could.
"[Growing up] is hard and nobody understands." // https://www.homestuck.com/story/2391