I’ve just had a horrible fight with my Mom. I think we’ve reached the point of no return. I am so tired of the constant negativity she has to have about everything. Nothing I do is enough, and I’m pretty much the only one actually doing something. I wish it were Monday already.
when you’re younger, being smart and being able to pass classes easily without studying is not a good thing
because then when you hit a point where you do have to study for classes, you have no idea how to study
And then you end up sitting staring at your book for 2 hours thinking to yourself: Maybe if I sleep on it some sort of book osmosis will occur and I’ll absorb the information from my book into my mind
And then you cry.
I hate Fridays. It reminds me of solitude. I miss your lips.
"it’s what’s inside that makes you beautiful"
*the demon possessing my body blushes*