no, you are not a model if you pay people to take shitty generic photos
and i don’t care about how you eat a piece of lettuce a day. stfu.
you heffa.
waiting 30 minutes so i only have 20 minutes to get ready and run to the train, just for a thrill.
i actually hate uni.
first week everyone copied a report off me and im the only one who got a lower mark.
and then i did the whole maths assignment for me and 4 others and i got a grade less than all of them?
what the actual fuck.
im dropping out to become a stripper.
I fucking hate this place.
my parents just took 4 grand from my savings leaving me with nothing and now they want me to pay board. Like are you fucking with me.
Ashley’s fucking cover photo is a motherfucking gremlin thing with yellow fucking eyes and now i can’t sleep cause it’s under my bed
if you’re not a carebear or transformer, i don’t love you
literally spent the whole day writing a report on wooden blocks.
fuck i love my friends.
i lent dad some money to buy a car. next minute hes spent all my savings on an ancient model thats not even going to last a year and i hate it. ive never felt so rock bottom because now i have no savings for food, bills, transport etc until my next pay when it wont be much because i asked for less hours due to uni being so hard but now i need more hours to save more money so im considering dropping out next semester. ffs.
