Sweet holy mother of fuck…
I’m writing my e-portfolio as a final graduating requirement thingy and fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Where’s the “d’you have any fucking idea how fucking bad 2013 was for me and I still managed to do somewhat OK you dickbags?” I mean, is it OK to vaguely mention this somewhere? That shit can’t just disappear, I won’t just let it be erased, it explains so many things, and if I have to ignore it and be like “I’m a shitty student because I’m a shitty student” I will table flip the world because it’s half true but also no. Fuck you. I did fine in between sexual assault, anxiety, paranoia, unhealthy relationships, financial problems, drug use, crippling self hate and shame, and almost losing my friends because I fucked everything up, constantly.
So fuck this. I’m handing this shit in today at 11:59 pm because they said the deadline is March 15 and if they have a fucking problem I will go over there and table flip all of their tables.
Quick. Someone photoshop Will in.
Ok this just totally cracked me up!! I went from 😱 WTF to 😂 LMAO in seconds
Hah ha ha ha………..
AHAHAHHAHAHAHHA :D BEAUTIFUL!
Abyssinian cat with kitten (x)