Why must illness strike me now? Oh, I feel terrible. Father, take me to our garden one last time, so I can see the flowers bloom, for I will never be able to...Oh! I feel it all! The hand of the grim reaper clutching my shoulder as I cling on to life? Why must fate be so cruel? I am but a victorian boy and now I am a sickly one, dying...oh, father, I am so young, too young to bid farewell, not like this...
Actually I just have the common cold, which kicks ass cuz I can stay home. I had 15h of screentime daily the whole week and now I'm terrified to go back to school tmrw...maybe I can bribe my mom to let me stay home? I hope so. Cuz damn I didn't do shit. My classmatez are calling me to make my part of the presentation for tmrw but like....can I not? God please kill me today i dont want to go to school tmrw and listen to my classmates come over the fact that our presantation is ab coffee and they like starbucks. Like, god, they even want to bring coffee like packets to school and show them around the classroom. DUDE. EVERYONE HAS SEEN COFFEE BEFORE. STOP PUTTING IN EFFORT because it makes me feel bad that im not doing anything. In conclusion, me no no wanna :c
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