fuck me. i don’t want to study.
i’m actually happy for the first time in ever, and fucking final exams is ruining me. as far as chemsitry goes, i’m lost. as far as english goes… i hardly know the vocabulary.
i still need to write my fucking history paper, and learn the terms. i really don’t want the fucking oral exam. i don’t want some one on one bullshit with my history teacher. i’m scared i’m going to cryy.
math is a fucking joke. i want to do well, but i’m so scared that i won’t. the pressure is killing me, and i just want to hide in my bed to get away from it all.
i need this shitshow of a year to be fucking over.
i stopped caring about a week ago, which isn’t helping with finals at all.
help me. help me. help me.
when did the days get so long? i figure if i go to bed earlier, i won’t have to be conscious for as long… but i can’t sleep. life is a vicious, endless, fucking cycle.
i’m also writing a short story, which i rarely do. i tackle poetry more, because its shorter, and less of a commitment.
i wish more things came easily to me.
shit. i need to complain less.
