Shit and teachers be acting like they knew what the fuck they wanted to be. I bet they were more confused as us
"What do you do when you don’t know the mental state of a person. They shut you out and say things that make you wonder if they will hurt themselves or not…"
"You just gotta pray that they won’t…"
"How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek, my weary travel’s end,
Doth teach that ease and that repose to say,
‘Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend!’
The beast that bears me, tired with my woe,
Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me,
As if by some instinct the wretch did know
His rider lov’d not speed, being made from thee:
The bloody spur cannot provoke him on,
That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide,
Which heavily he answers with a groan,
More sharp to me than spurring to his side;
For that same groan doth put this in my mind,
My grief lies onward, and my joy behind."