When people ask how you’re doing at the end of the semester
HOW DO PEOPLE FALL ASLEEP SO FAST I DON’T UNDERSTAND I HAVE TO CREATE AND ACT OUT A WHOLE FUCKING MOVIE LENGTH STORY IN MY HEAD AND THEN CONTEMPLATE THE MEANING OF LIFE BEFORE I EVEN FEEL TIRED AND THIS BITCH STARTS SNORING IN TWO MINUTES
on this mission
Tell me, Doctor, have you known grief, and rage, and pain?
she’s getting ready to go on a date, can you guess who with? i’ll give you a hint: it starts with ‘p’ ends in ‘atsy walker’. also if you’re wondering who’s on the phone it’s my inability to draw collarbones calling bring bring please pick up.
I don’t know.