that midterm was actually so easy
not everything i do has a meaning to it, okay?
stop trying to “read into me”. it’s bullshit.
^after banging my head against my keyboard.
this is how i feel.
WEEK JUST END JUST FUCKING END.
i like writing in my journal.
WRITING IN MY JOURNAL DOESN’T MEAN SOMETHING IS WRONG OR I’M UP SET OR ANYTHING.
it just means i have all these thoughts in my mind that i gotta jot down before i forget them.
you’re just gonna fall in love with me
you’re gonna write me a song
and i’m gonna write you a poem
we’re gonna drink a couple beers and watch a movie
and finally we’re gonna take a nice nap together
and i’m gonna play with your hair until we both fall asleep.
and now fa m3.