fucking up a question on an exam worth 18 marks, then going home and eating a whole box of peeps to fill the empty space in your heart, is not really the smartest idea. I feel like my stomach is about to explode from marshmallow intake..
and the sad part is even if i eat another box of peeps, rub my eyes, tap my shoes together or spin around in a milion circles til I puke, I'm still gonna be an epic failure.

stupid nine conditions of learning. I hope you feel bad that you didn't ask me to study you. it's all your fault.