chinese is damn omfg. passages were hard, had absolutely no idea how to do it, wrote crap. studying paid off though, knew like 4/5 of the tian xie han zi thing. ronald was practically hibernating during the paper lol, i watch him stay lying on the table like, half the time? fucking painful. skated out to study at east coast mac with marcus, ronald, suf and alifi. not too bad, managed to study quite a bit. then went back about, 6.30. ronald left his phone by the cats we saw lol. sad, he had to rush back and get it.
tomorrow's math, everyone's most feared paper. good luck to anyone and everyone alright.
small simple safe price. rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets. this is not a small cut that scabs and dries and flakes and heals. and i am not afraid to die. im not afraid to bleed and fuck and fight. i want the pain of payment. whats left but a section of pigmy sized cuts, much like the slew of a thousand unwanted fucks. would you be my little cut? would you be my thousand fucks? and make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid, to fill and spill over and under my thoughts. my sad sorry selfish cryout to the cutter. im cutting trying to picture your black broken heart. love is not like anything, especially a fucking knife!
