I measure my life
in the cans of Arizona I've drank
in the sweet and sour sauce I dip my fries in
the three times a week I eat Wendy's
the amount of calories in my Panda Express
Mountain Dew
in the chocolate muffins I eat
in the lack of Starbucks I consume
in shaving my legs in order to relax
the amount of times I listen to the same song
on an American Mourning
the amount of time I spend in the stacks
in my inability to overcome fear
in the times I spend procrastinating
the hours I spend commuting
the hours I spend pining over everything I can't have
I will never have
the amount of debt I have accumulated
the grades I can't attain
the internships I have been rejected from
the opportunities I've wasted
the positions I've applied to
is it enough?