My day

Work This Out

Ugh ugh ugh ugh iughs gsg UGH! Why does college have to be so stressful. I have to write an essay that involves a lot of thinking? What the fuck?! What is this? College level English? Oh wait…

I just had my conference with my english professor and he’s too crazy. No just kidding, he’s great. I just think it’s great how he’s so understanding. My essay had as many corrections as a college student writing notes on the margins. It was a lot.  I got a D on my paper and I thought he was going to lay the law on me and be like “You stoopid! F for you!” Just like Mr.Crocker in The Fairly Odd Parents. But he was chill.

I just want to kill myself right now, I’m not being serious, or am I? And what a coincidence that it’s suicide prevention week on campus.

One thing that I know for sure is that I’m going to have a busy weekend just like two weeks ago, working on my essay, making it perfect. I’m an English major, I should know this. But even fools like me don’t know what to do so but that’s why I’m going to college. To be educated! Hooray for me! I’m smart! Hahaha I’m just kidding, but I will be soon!

Narrative’s about Kelcie are a hard thing to write about but it’s the only thing I can think of. I’m suppose to include a paragraph about me, how I’ve evolve as a person, now that me and Kelcie don’t talk. Truth is, I have no idea. I don’t know if it’s her or either One Direction that has changed me. I know it’s something that is going to be in my mind a lot and I’ve to work

WORK! WORK! WORK THIS OUT!

I need to start praising on a huge god figure to help me on getting an A on this essay.

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