I have an assload of things to do, ranging from recitals to concerts to the musical. Not to mention I can't fail school.
I fucking hate my speech class, but I'm gonna suck it up and do it anyway because I have to.
I want to rip my hair out.
Who am I kidding...shit's already gotten real. It's been real for a couple weeks now, and it's only gonna get worse from here.
Have to find some way to get through these next few weeks alive.
I ask myself...WWXD?
I imagine she'd let out a war cry and attack her problems with a battle axe while riding atop an iron-clad stallion.
I don't have a horse or a large blade of any kind. But armed with a clarinet and a strong will, I will ride my little ghetto car into the wilderness, conquer the stress demon, and bring back its head.
...If that makes any sense.
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