This is kind of random, but I need to let it out at some point and maybe it could help someone else. I will finish my undergraduate degree. When I do I will have done so in spite of everything that has been stacked against me. I will do it despite a lack of finances. I will do it despite being forced to changed schools four times. I will do it in spite of being dragged around by administration, in spite of a lack of support. I will do it in spite of failing two semesters outright. I will do it in spite of my attention deficit disorder. I will do it in spite of my obsessive disorder. I will do it in spite of suffering several mental breakdowns and psychotic breaks during the course of college, in spite of the literal demons who tormented me, in spite of the heartbreak. I will do it in spite of struggling with Depression, in spite of the moments where I had no intention of making it to the next day, in spite of being crushed emotionally, in spite of the abuse, in spite of long hours in places other than in study, in spite of the crap and whiny customers, in spite of the grease, in spite of all of those damned dishes. I will do it in spite of the nightmares, hallucinations, delusions and pain cause by post-traumatic stress disorder, in spite of falling to pieces for weeks at a time to the slightest trigger. I will do it in spite of my sleeping disorder even if it means I miss classes. Come Hell or high water I will finish what I started.