I'm 21 years old,
my face too dear
I probably feel overwhelmingly tender feelings towards you.
This tumblr will include feelings, emotions and sentiments with occasional food porn and pictures my face.
This semester I have been writing so many desperate, apologetic, intimate emails to professors and I just don’t know when I will get things together enough to stop.
IF I DON’T SLEEP AT ALL I HAVE AN ENTIRE 14 HOURS TO WRITE 12 PAGES AND I CAN DO IT MAYBE JESUS CHRIST I WANT TO CRY
i’m blogging very fast
that thing where stress makes my whole body feel really sleepy and begin shutting down is starting to happen
i am sleepy and numb
everyone, please let’s hold hands, bow our heads in silence and pray to our lord Satan, that i may write a paper in time without jumping out a window or hurting myself in any other way
Endlessly screaming into the night about how I will never get anything together.
I am one moment of numbness to the next moment of unbearable excitement to the next moment of helpless, immobile, terror.
I was just informed that my 12 page final is NOT due Monday the way I initially thought it was, but is, actually, due tomorrow.
Tori, I may have been too (fast? reckless? thoughtless? what is the fucking word) when I said you could be proud of me.
(Rash. The word was probably rash.)