Here's a full cup. Now shut the full cup.


I sleep naked, rolling in self-loathing.
I like burning things. On CDs.
And dude, SLICED FUCKING CHEESE.



BOLLOCKS! 

I have to stop being a complete and utter pushover nerdy trash shit person! Fucking hell….my high school classmate just called me…My. High School. Classmate. We’re in freaking college now. He called me and asked if I could help him in a writing assignment. The way he said it made it sound like I have to actually write the entire freaking article.

I mean, my HS classmate, he’s cool and funny and kind and like a brother to me in some weird and somewhat annoying sense but he’s a fun kid and all and I like him like a pet hamster BUT I have my own bloody business to go over before school starts tomorrow and I just freaking agreed to help him (or do) his freaking school work.

And by my own bloody business, I meant watching Daria, Skins 5, The Girl with The Dragon Tattoo and reading Les Miserables. All of which are far more productive than what he wants me to do.

Oh godric, methinks I’m such a pathetic little lameduck. I need education on having my own spinal column. BUT I feel guilty for thinking of lying to him and not helping him. 

Am I selfish?

Am I stupid?

Am I such a loser?


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