oh damn
i miss you
shit.
oh well. i guess i’m finding out who my friends are.
senior year has been ridiculously weird and somewhat unpleasant so far.
but thank goodness for sassy jack.
i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you
and you,and you,and you,and you,and you,and you,and you,and you,and you,and you,and you,and you,and you,and you,and you,and you,and you,and you,and you,and you,and you,and you,and you,and you,and you,and you,and you,and…
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i only ever use tumblr on late nights.
lol.
well this is one of those nights. YAHOO
when it’s two o’clock in the morning and you haven’t even gotten close to the summation.
galkjaaslkja;lksjelkj senior interviewsssss
i think i’ll just send it to her tomorrow morning so i don’t look like a noob who waited until the last second.
okay, back to work.
this may be an all-nighter. oh, senior year. killing me.
dammit kingsley. WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS SO ON POINT
this is going to suck tomorrow, but i think it’s worth it.
FINALLY I’M NOT PROCRASTINATING
no one is supposed to know that. so to all eight (WOOOOO HOOOOOO) of my followers, keep that shit on the down low. kthxbai
wait, pause. i’m pretty sure my life has basically become “that awkward moment.”
aaaaaaaaaaaaaanyway
that awkward moment when your best friend gets the school nomination for the morehead-cain scholarship, and she doesn’t tell you.
she hates me now. i know.
