Time.

Time.
The thing I'm running out of.
The time I've spent in that place.
Trying to help myself.
Trying to help set myself up for the future.
That may have just been a waste of time.
Time is ticking.
Ticking. Like a clock.
Trying to get that one grade.
That one grade which could either screw my whole school career, or
That one grade.
That sets my future into place.
That grade I'm going to,
Try my hardest.
For Me. For My life. For My Future