She rubs her hand across the page incessantly, hoping the red numbers will change

Of course they don’t, but she had to try

Before turning it over, and plastering a smile for those questioning eyes all around

Perfection is so overrated. Too bad it’s the only rate that counts.

For a while, there is nothing. No fear, no urgency, just bliss.

But then the worries flood, one by one. More recalculations, miscommunications, extrapolations

Ations and ations of numbers.

Number nation. 

Number 1.

With Taylor Swift blasting in the background, it’s hard to prioritize that 1 sometimes

But reality checks in real fast. Boyfriend? Please, bitch. What’s your GPA?

How is it that this polarization is what we've become?

Swift’s latest Kennedy vs. studying for SAT’s.

Underemployed or Presidential Debates.

Choose your poison.

No need for an apology. Just somebody who will stand by me.

But will I stay standing?

You have to stumble to learn how to get back up.

But the road back up doesn't seem so inviting from down here.

Not yet.