March 2012
wake up: exhausted
12 pm: exhausted
3 pm: fucking exhausted
5 pm: really fucking exhausted
7 pm: about to pass out
bed time: the energy of 5 million condensed suns
I don’t need some elaborate apology. I don’t need you to play our song in front...
yes.
During Any Test
Me: ok i can do this.
Me: Wait how do you do this?
Me: Omg did i even learn this?
Me: How the fuck are you suppose to know this?
Me: Ugh what time is it?
Me: Im hungry.
Me: I probably should've studied.
Me: What the fuck.
Me: It would be funny if someone passed out.
Me: I hate everyone here.
Me: Why do my hands look so weird?
Me: I wonder if she's a virgin?
Me: UGH why wont anyone let me cheat off their paper?
Me: I hate this class room. Its too green.