i dont want to go to school tomorrow.

in this sense, an 18 year old has so much in common with a 7year old kid.

i dont want to go to school and vomit over sets of paper stamped with a big fat U on them, and then say im sorry to my parents and promise to work harder for the next one while they pat me on the back and tell me to jia you.

'theres a game called circle and i dont know how,
im way too up to back down.'

and the best part is, you know youre down in the gutter for the next few weeks just for letters and numbers that dont even matter in the end, and overdramatized by extra vindictive teachers whose main aim is to get your ass to freak out. its not their fault, its a job they have to do.

in fact, i havent said this in 1.5years but i do believe it has to be said now: thanks teachers :) i appreciate you more than you and i are aware of i think.


one week till eighteen. thanks universe for letting me exist so long. but please preserve me from myself.