i wish vomiting got me out of things, because i’m going to want to vomit anyway.
the fatal typo of what was supposed to be “give me a sec” to “give me sex” to your ex-boyfriend.
argh hardly hardly. but i’m on it.
forever underachiever. so much potential, so little motivation.
fuck. no. i haven’t. fuck. i want to die. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. i hate this essay. i want to do the second one instead :( waaaahhhhhhhh
fuck you, channel 7. quit playing rom coms! i have work to do! waaaahhhh
the fact that I’m awake and ready to leave at 7:20 is the biggest miracle since the birth of Christ.
nopey dope but I did a course for year 11 students at usyd during the holidays. So I’m enrolled in uni, doing a course uni students do but I’m not at uni.
officeworks is open until 10pm.
it’s times like this that make me think, “everything is gonna be okay.”
i think i need to go back to boarding school where i have no choice but to do this kind of shit.
oh my god, i’m not even trying to procrastinate anymore. i’m just that lazy that i’m just not going to clean my room or write my essays or go to officeworks or go to school tomorrow. i’m just not gonna. it’s not happening.