So much fûcking shît went on while I was gone.

My eyes burn. My head hurts. I’m tired.

I should’ve not went to school I should’ve just vomited and stayed home I can’t see my eyes ate bleary

I can’t breathe I need to calm down. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe.

Not in the mood.

No no no I’m NOT IN THE MOOD STOP TALKING TO ME.

Ik that’s rude but still.

We’re not close. I’m not in the mood.

So much shît.