"i dont like short hair on girls" yeah well i dont like short dicks on guys but here u are
Why Did I Do That?: A novel by me, with special guest appearances by several alcoholic beverages
It’s been two days of class and I’m already fucked. How the fuck do people do this shit. I have so much philosophy still to read, and an additional thing I didn’t even know existed until I re read the syllabus, more writing shit, and art history textbook I don’t have that I need to read like 40 fucking pages out of, it never fucking ends. I read like 4 hours of philosophy today and it didn’t even finish the assignment id already started yesterday. Am I just fucking doing it wrong? Maybe I wasn’t meant to go to this school, maybe I got in by mistake and it’s too hard and I just lied in my grades and test scores. All those things were with parents and a house and normal fucking classes, how the fuck is it supposed to predict how I’ll do where everything is too much and nothing makes sense?
I’m scared of failing. Failing meaning getting a c or too many bs or something. I’m scared of being somewhere where only perfect work gets you an A. I don’t know what I’m doing in 3 D and I might get myself a c for it. And I’m always so fucking tired.
I don’t know how I’m going to survive this place.
God help me please
- me at home: i've been wearing the same jeans and band shirt for the last three weeks but it still smells alright so i'll keep wearing it
- me going away: I NEED ONE SHIRT FOR EACH DAY AND EXTRA IN CASE IT GETS DIRTY AND THE SAME AMOUNT OF JEANS AND SOCKS ACTUALLY NO I'LL NEED EXTRA SOCKS IN CASE IT FLOODS AND DOUBLE THE UNDERWEAR IN CASE OF DISASTER AND ONE NICE OUTFIT IN CASE I GET INVITED TO TEA WITH THE QUEEN