no meaning.

This post has been enlisted to inform you of my daily happenings.

This week:

I finish my first semester at community college.

I ace my finals.

I over-exaggerate the amount of anxiety a test will cause me even though I have either an A or B in the class, then turn that anxiety into becoming compulsively angry with every little thing that happens until I take that last final and walk out that building with a big “Fuck you, look at my 3.5-4.0 GPA that I’ve never had before in college because I was a degenerate alcoholic druggy.”

Yup, I think that sets a good tone for the rest of the week.



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