I write from my little office. The walls seem to be made from the cries and screams of children, who are in actuality outside of the room. I had duty, which I forgot until 10 minutes in, and now I am trying to collect my thoughts and my head.

I'm writing to my prof. Trying to express a concern about a paper that will be addressed next week. Worrying that perhaps I am to much in need of her positive comments and from that, will become an annoyance. I see myself becoming annoyed by others who are needy and I fear that perhaps I am that annoyance to others.

Yet, is it any wonder I feel the world will not revolve with out my presence? I have been interupted 4 or 5 times in the time that I've been in here.

Sometimes, I feel it's not asthma that keeps me from breathing.

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