Doing my essays very quickly turned into drinking beer and browsing the interwebz
All I have left is just a stupid two page fucking essay. LIke that’s it.
But all I want to do is read my new wicca book and lounge arounddddddd
It’s so hard being me.
This morning I sobbed for a good hour and now I feel so happy it’s practically bursting out of me how tf is this possible??