What lips my lips have kissed

I seriously don't feel like studying anymore. Like, what's the point? After promos, there's As, after As there's Uni. It's never fucking going to end. Why not just start working now? Sigh, maybe coming here wasn't really such a good idea.

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply;
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands a lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet know its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone;
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
- Edna St. Vincent Millay

i will miss you till my mind goes crazy