A lot of Reads
So, I've been reading a lot of stuff lately.
Stuff that says when you break it off with someone...you aren't allowed to contact them. When the person you broke up with tells you that they still love you, you can't check up on them. When the person you broke into a thousand pieces is trying to move on, you shouldn't send them pictures of things that they will never have again.
I mean, that's cruel any way you look at it. I've been trying to look at it a thousand different ways but it's still cruel any way I look at it.
Today was the last final of the semester. I bombed it. I killed my stats final. Made a 97%. I have been strutting my tail feathers like a peacock let me tell you.
But today? Not today. It was a massacre and I, along with 75% of my class was the bloodiest victims. So it is a waiting game. We wait until Wednesday.
Pass or fail? Make it or not.
Worthy or not.
I'm tired of.... being tired.
Space of the outer kind.
Stuff that says when you break it off with someone...you aren't allowed to contact them. When the person you broke up with tells you that they still love you, you can't check up on them. When the person you broke into a thousand pieces is trying to move on, you shouldn't send them pictures of things that they will never have again.
I mean, that's cruel any way you look at it. I've been trying to look at it a thousand different ways but it's still cruel any way I look at it.
Today was the last final of the semester. I bombed it. I killed my stats final. Made a 97%. I have been strutting my tail feathers like a peacock let me tell you.
But today? Not today. It was a massacre and I, along with 75% of my class was the bloodiest victims. So it is a waiting game. We wait until Wednesday.
Pass or fail? Make it or not.
Worthy or not.
I'm tired of.... being tired.
Space of the outer kind.
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