Almost Lost Chapter 1: I can't. I can.
THE PAST It is my final year of high school. Sitting in my elective art class, I wonder if I am ever going to make it. We have more than a couple of assignments due tomorrow, and I have not completed any of it. Neither will I, until tonight when the panic of failing my class is going to grab me tight with unseen tentacles of anxiety and paranoia. Deep down, I know that the fear of failing this class is only a puzzle piece to my perpetual existential crisis. Most people have told me that I am too young to have it, I beg to differ. Under my desk, cupped in my hands, is my cellphone that I did...