Don’t lie to me, bitches.
School was stressful. We had to get into partners. I was alone. No odd numbers. Just people not wanting to sit next to me. I think if someone did it might have been worse though. Oh and I couldn’t mentally open the door to my second class so I missed it and I took that as a metaphor of my life and missing opportunities because of my insecurities and mental illness and then when I left campus, a giant monster truck of some sort spewing blackness into the air was right on my tail and I took that as my guilt chasing me.