i forgot.

i went to the rock and roll hall of fame in cleveland.

i got an orange tie-dyed shirt because i dont wear enough tie-dye.

im in the most fucking apathetic mood ever.

why should i write this paper?
because you need to get good grades

why the fuck do i need to get good grades?
so you can get into college

im already going to get into college.

im applying to 10 schools. one of them is going to accept me based on my essays/ reccomendations/ and interviews. i do not want to look back on my days and wish that i had been doing something different. i dont want to say: 'those were the best years of my life. i was young, spirited, and full of chocolate (no not really. ok, serious now....). why the fuck was i sitting inside writing a paper/ doing schoolwork that has nothing to do with anything i want to do later in life???' i want to study anatomy. i want to do bio homework. i dowant to read interesting books and analyze the fuck out of them. i dont want to write about them. im even ok with doing calculus homework. its tangible. its facts. its solving problems. theres no B minus paper. there is right and wrong. thats what i need. fuck mr. estrada. fuck comparative lit. fuck being told what to read and to write about and when to turn it in. fuck deadlines...fuck this.

i dont care. i dont care. i dont care.

i dont know what i want to do.

i need the shit to be over.

i need someone to bring me flowers and tell me its gonna be alright.

its gonna be alright.

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