We've reached an impasse. I can no longer run away from my troubles. Trouble will find you. Trouble will send an email to all your teachers asking if they've seen you and trouble will duplicate. Triplicate. QUADRICATE.
And you go home at an ungodly hour after like 20 hours at school and strictly plan on doing your homework and what happens? The internet is slow as balls and the kid you need to sign something signed it in a unreachable crevice of your notebook. What is one supposed to do? Circle it and have an arrow that says "The signed it, I swear"
And what is one supposed to do when another jackass says the scottish play in the theatre and literally.. someone died, many ill, most dying. Oh and to fuck with you, the person driving you home runs ALL the yellow lights and the person you're holding hands with for comfort encourages this debauchery behavior? And the person who is behind all this death told you their vagina speaks five languages. Is that a thing?
And once you arrive home you say hello to this person and they disappear off the face of the earth whilst another person tells you about anne frank and trombones. And what you really fucking want right now is this other person who you've seen twice in your life but is beautiful so you coax it with cupcakes to your dress rehearsal because you really fucking love this person because this person was literally your best friend but i guess its a one sided relationship if you're bribing them with food.
Point is.
I dont have my hw done. I can't have it done. I have man problems. I have internet problems. I have a test. and you're all titty pillows.
And you go home at an ungodly hour after like 20 hours at school and strictly plan on doing your homework and what happens? The internet is slow as balls and the kid you need to sign something signed it in a unreachable crevice of your notebook. What is one supposed to do? Circle it and have an arrow that says "The signed it, I swear"
And what is one supposed to do when another jackass says the scottish play in the theatre and literally.. someone died, many ill, most dying. Oh and to fuck with you, the person driving you home runs ALL the yellow lights and the person you're holding hands with for comfort encourages this debauchery behavior? And the person who is behind all this death told you their vagina speaks five languages. Is that a thing?
And once you arrive home you say hello to this person and they disappear off the face of the earth whilst another person tells you about anne frank and trombones. And what you really fucking want right now is this other person who you've seen twice in your life but is beautiful so you coax it with cupcakes to your dress rehearsal because you really fucking love this person because this person was literally your best friend but i guess its a one sided relationship if you're bribing them with food.
Point is.
I dont have my hw done. I can't have it done. I have man problems. I have internet problems. I have a test. and you're all titty pillows.
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What up baby girl ;)