i wrote in a journal my father got me for christmas, it was even bound with pages made of recycled material.
i think i got a 4.0 in neuro but nothing else. i got a 90 out of 100 on the DCS paper, which is fucking awesome cos breaking 90 on a wilson paper means you're kick ass.
i'm done with finals, but i have to work tomorrow.
Grief: a thousand fishhooks dangling from my skin, adorned with pearls. Each moment new metal bites is an act of love. Merely walking tightens the skin over the barbs the pearls dangle, milky. Nothing else can touch, or pierce me: a second skin.