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>:O My dad let Rawry out of the house and i just spent 2 hours trying to get her in the fucking rain. I crawled under my deck through fucking mud and snow. ahh I'm so pissed! its 5am and i haven't gone to bed yet. what the hell dad. it's all because he wanted a fucking cigarette. I really hate fucking smoking, it's gross. This would be the second time I hit a cat this week.

there's a poem coming soon to this blog. My head is all jumbled so I'm going to write it when I'm at my full potential. watch out.

yes

midterm

So I just took a brutally hard history midterm and I'm feeling not so great about it. So to get my spirits back up, I'm drinking a whole pot of coffee, cans upon cans of mountain dew, and I currently have extra fudgey brownies in the oven. That oughta do it. Also, all i have to worry about doing this "spring break" is my two research papers and a project/presentation. I figure I'll set aside a couple of days for that. mmm that's all for now.

If I'm so sure, why can't I say it aloud? Why is it when a stranger asks me, my heart races and I say nothing? I feel like a hypocrite. I have this huge fear inside of me and I don't know what to do with it. Even now I can't write what I really mean. Fuck. Ah I'm so annoyed, I have no patience with myself.

snookums

"Some people smoke after, we hit cats... That's normal, right?"

spoon me