Peyton wanted to cry.
"He hates me," she said, and then hid her face underneath a damp towel.
I am a fucking loser. Tomorrow, I'm going to chill, study a little bit for Ethics, try to write and then apply for as many part time jobs as I can.
I came home after 11, when I was meant to finish at 10. I'd dealt with the original finish time because, well, I just had to. And I'd surmised that it was okay, I could wash my hair after 10 and everything would still be okay. My hair's still wet. I'm awake and I can't write anything. I'm a little bit hungry because I'd decided not to be a fat fuck and eat a cheeseburger. I shouldn't drink anymore caffeine because that shit eats at the dry spot at the back of my throat.
Veronica, when the fuck are you going to work on your novel. Seriously.
"He hates me," she said, and then hid her face underneath a damp towel.
I am a fucking loser. Tomorrow, I'm going to chill, study a little bit for Ethics, try to write and then apply for as many part time jobs as I can.
I came home after 11, when I was meant to finish at 10. I'd dealt with the original finish time because, well, I just had to. And I'd surmised that it was okay, I could wash my hair after 10 and everything would still be okay. My hair's still wet. I'm awake and I can't write anything. I'm a little bit hungry because I'd decided not to be a fat fuck and eat a cheeseburger. I shouldn't drink anymore caffeine because that shit eats at the dry spot at the back of my throat.
Veronica, when the fuck are you going to work on your novel. Seriously.
mood:
annoyed
music: "Fuck Gasper Gomez! And fuck the fucking Diaz Brothers!" -- Al.
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