Apparently I suck at life.
Ask my boyfriend-he knows all about how I suck at life.
And he's never wrong.
And he knows everything.
And his ideals are fucking perfect.
FUCK.
I can't work on my English paper now. Or my chem lab. I can't do anything.
My brain is going to explode. I hope it takes me down with it.
Ask my boyfriend-he knows all about how I suck at life.
And he's never wrong.
And he knows everything.
And his ideals are fucking perfect.
FUCK.
I can't work on my English paper now. Or my chem lab. I can't do anything.
My brain is going to explode. I hope it takes me down with it.