Hello, life. Fuck you too.
Contrary to popular belief and the fact that my last entry may have indicated so, I am not dead. Just busy.
Retreat planning. Coordinating with the principal and Leron and Sensei and my GSA and the like.
Fucking up my science project. I'm going to entirely redo the last two months' work. From scratch.
Failing miserably at anything resembling adulthood (like getting my permit) and not minding too much.
(Not) worrying an increasing amount at how little I care that I'm going to fail my Humanities class.
Drawing monsters over my math notes. In purple, blue, red, and black pens. Nobody notices.
Being quite possibly the most pathetic excuse for a girlfriend the world has never cared about.
Wondering how long it will take me to crack and jump in front of a bus.
I'm being hormonal, if you can't tell. Time of the month. You know the one, where I can't type complete or coherent sentences.
I'm lazy. It should scare me. It doesn't.
That's all.
Good night.
Retreat planning. Coordinating with the principal and Leron and Sensei and my GSA and the like.
Fucking up my science project. I'm going to entirely redo the last two months' work. From scratch.
Failing miserably at anything resembling adulthood (like getting my permit) and not minding too much.
(Not) worrying an increasing amount at how little I care that I'm going to fail my Humanities class.
Drawing monsters over my math notes. In purple, blue, red, and black pens. Nobody notices.
Being quite possibly the most pathetic excuse for a girlfriend the world has never cared about.
Wondering how long it will take me to crack and jump in front of a bus.
I'm being hormonal, if you can't tell. Time of the month. You know the one, where I can't type complete or coherent sentences.
I'm lazy. It should scare me. It doesn't.
That's all.
Good night.