Fault Line (Coastal University #2)

by Ki Stephens

“I’ve been thinking about it, and I feel like I deserve to get railed this weekend.”

I’m running on approximately two hours and fifteen minutes of sleep today.

ME FR

She’s a fucking vision, isn’t she?

OMG OMG OMG

It’s not just school—the perpetual fear of failure—that weighs me down. My thoughts inevitably wander to my parents. For the most part, I try to keep them from entering my panicky, late-night thought spirals.

And it makes me wonder if he’s ever truly faced adversity or been forced to fight for something he desperately wanted, knowing that failure wasn’t an option.

Me too girlie

It’s awful, feeling like I can’t ever shut off my thoughts. I’m worrying and fretting over shit that doesn’t even matter. Things that are way far out of my control. And then, of course, there are things that I deserve to be concerned over, but not to such a drastic degree.

“Sick like I wanna pull all my hair out.”

Honest

to God, I don’t think a willing college girl has ever had this much trouble getting herself laid.

If the work gets done eventually, does the timeline really matter?

This is the train of thought that gets me in trouble .

It’s pathetic how easily I’m reduced to tears lately.

But most of all, I’m angry with myself for not measuring up to my own expectations.