God?

Today consisted of pop tarts and shame spirals. I wish I had taken remedial social and/or cooking skills, instead of advanced academics. I want to keep up, but I can’t. Feeling cornered, I consider the ease with which I could throw my phone into the open Atlantic. It’s so close, the ocean. My windows are salt-sprayed from the weekend’s high winds. A short walk from my door, and dry on the shore, I would stand with my hands on my hips, watching my phone skip like a stone along the surface before sinking into the dark blue churn. I imagine all of its precious minerals would make fine sand somewhere far away and warm. Would I still exist? God, if you’re listening: What the fuck is wrong with me? Send help.