Fucked up
As predictable, I'm not ready to deliver this thrice-cursed first chapter for the simply reason that... he doesn't even exist.
I need more time, damn it, and my thesis director isn't answering that fucking phone.
I'm putting a curse on her with all my strenght.
On the top of that it rains cats and dogs, and I've got the fucking dread that make my supervisor come to university with this rain and not find me there, will cost my life (or my thesis, which would be considerably worse).
I need more time, damn it, and my thesis director isn't answering that fucking phone.
I'm putting a curse on her with all my strenght.
On the top of that it rains cats and dogs, and I've got the fucking dread that make my supervisor come to university with this rain and not find me there, will cost my life (or my thesis, which would be considerably worse).