a serious not-thinking not-breathing half dead walking the earth for all eternity corpse-girl, and I dont wanna write another paper. I dont wanna read another book. I dont wanna be in the library ever again. End of semester seriously eats half my brains and makes me want to curl up and die and not write my papers and throw away the entire semester (fuck it, right?). Or chain smoke the night away and have a nice old bottle o' jack to take away that deadline pressure. Yes brothers things are hard and getting harder, there's not a lotta love left to be found and I sure as hell don't have any love left in me, smiles to give, sweet things to say, kind thoughts to think ohhhh noo my brothers that time as come and passed with the brutal reality of the last week of school.
I. AM. DONE.
get. fucked. everyone.
I. NEED. SPACE.
and much. more. freedom.
or else I shall surely die!
again! for I am the end-of-semester-zombie
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