So today is my second day of classes at university and i’m freaking the fuck out. Normally, writing essays and critical thinking are my fortes. Just doing generally well in school without much effort has always been something that came naturally to me; but it’s different now. There is so much more at stake. If i fail at this, there’s nothing else for me to fall back on other than minimum wage jobs. Being visually impaired, i can’t just fall back on trades like most men around here do. It’s either university, or call centre. So here’s to hopefully not fucking my life up.
the notebook problem: you see a notebook. you want to buy the notebook. but you know you have like TEN OTHER NOTEBOOKS. most which are STILL EMPTY. you don’t need to notebook. you’re probably not gonna use the notebook anyway. what’s the point? DONT BUY THE NOTEBOOK. you buy the notebook.
Me when I’m high, in the bathroom , singing Lana Del Rey to my hearts content and then realizing my mum is home.