unfucking believeable
I hate school times 600 and 56. Maybe more, I'm not sure. Everytime I think life is getting better, it all comes crashing down in my face. I don't really understand the logic of it at all. Am I just doomed for the rest of my life? Really? Because honestly, at this point, I'm done. I am just DONE. I want to fucking graduate, leave Saginaw and NEVER EVER come back.
On the other hand, being an English Major has it's perks with a sucky soap opera type life...you get to write ALL about it and possibly later in life become a world renouned author for such a creative mind. HAHA...if they only knew that I actually LIVED through that shit...goodness.
Girls, I'm writing a book. Really. I AM going to do it. It might not be GOOD, but it sure is going to be interesting. Maybe I will just write a bunch of small fiction novels and half base it on true life events. That could work.
On the other hand, being an English Major has it's perks with a sucky soap opera type life...you get to write ALL about it and possibly later in life become a world renouned author for such a creative mind. HAHA...if they only knew that I actually LIVED through that shit...goodness.
Girls, I'm writing a book. Really. I AM going to do it. It might not be GOOD, but it sure is going to be interesting. Maybe I will just write a bunch of small fiction novels and half base it on true life events. That could work.