another trip to the office of student affairs. fuckever. it's not that i like the place and i run out of reasons to pay visits, but i had to, and i went. i had to. the mid-aged lady has a tender voice, yes. and with this tender voice she managed to make me cry as she was making me sing in trade of my class card. feel awful. feel these 7 hours left of school will be draggier than usual..



cant take this. it's all up and down again. realized that my little haven isnt always available, and it makes me sad, agitated, and ...