Sometimes i feel like god can hear me.

i ask for a miracle and i get one in the least expecting way and the most unexpected time. I'm constantly praying for help when help is behind me. Its not that i can't its that i want to give up and everything is telling me not to. I want to quit or think i've reached the edge of the cliff, and right before i'm about to jump someone grabs my hand. it's like my angel is always watching. I make sacrifices in order to vindicate my weakness. I don't understand but i do understand. It so much pressure to continue when the only thing that can possible come in the way of my success is me.
i feel like everything is so hard. it's so painful to do simple things but it's just that giving up is so much easier. why? why am i so hard on myself, why can't i just do it. Its not hard, everyone does it. People are in law school. I studying fucking writing and communications. Why am i so alone? and then im not. And just when i think i'm as alone as 23 yr girl from CA in the middle of north jersey in a silent college library, someone walks up to me and says "it's not the bad, i can help you" and they don't even know who I am, or what the problem is. I have every answer to the test yet im determined to fail because i can't hold a pencil. These are all just excuses of a pathetic reality.
then as soon as i get some hope of clarity so asshole comes and sits next to me and starts a fucking group project instead of getting a freaking study room.

##storyofmylife