I HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO DO
AND YET HERE I AM STILL THINKING ABOUT YOU
ALL THE THINGS YOU SAID ABOUT ME
GO TO HELL, PLEASE, I WANNA BE FREE
This be sloppy poetry at its finest, if you can even call this shitty stanza a poem. I am under stress and don't talk to me about grace under pressure because grace? What's that?
Research papers and movie reviews and reaction papers and CSS thingamajigs in Computer and tests and exams and fuuuuuuuck I think I'm reaching my boiling point.
Feed me messages to help me get through this week? I just want something to look forward to every day when I get back from the hell that is school ;____;
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