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You ever have one of those weeks where you seriously want to scream at the world to just go and fucking die? My whole damn week. It started out not too bad, just full of stress over my finals next week, which includes a rather large paper for a teacher that grades as if we were seniors or in grad school or something.
Starting about Wednesday my life has just gone completely down the crapper. First, my pet duck that my family loves like a dog has up and disappeared, which we're positive is due to the local foxes. Then my school work felt like it wanted to join in. First off, I accidentally saved over a six page journal entry for a class that I thought was due the next day. I was forced to write close to write 13-14 pages within a six hour period, and while it might have been fun writing on something I actually cared to write about, it most definitely was not. Add to that the fact that I cannot always type so fast, and had no time left to write a paper for english and I had myself one hell of a shindig that I hope to God I can someday erase from my head, perhaps with some blunt and heavy object.
Oh, and I had to spend 6+ hours out of class time to work on a computer science project. And why the hell did I have to make such a stupid mistake on my Calc test damnit? Dropping my grade over a stupid mistake is not my idea of fun. Hell, I'd rather be bludged with a sack of cat crap than go through that again.
*crawls into bed and sobs*
I scream and I weep
I cry and I sleep
But it won't come back
I claw and I bite
I tear and I fight
But it won't come back
Want to gnash til it's black
And though I swear to attack
It won't come back
Starting about Wednesday my life has just gone completely down the crapper. First, my pet duck that my family loves like a dog has up and disappeared, which we're positive is due to the local foxes. Then my school work felt like it wanted to join in. First off, I accidentally saved over a six page journal entry for a class that I thought was due the next day. I was forced to write close to write 13-14 pages within a six hour period, and while it might have been fun writing on something I actually cared to write about, it most definitely was not. Add to that the fact that I cannot always type so fast, and had no time left to write a paper for english and I had myself one hell of a shindig that I hope to God I can someday erase from my head, perhaps with some blunt and heavy object.
Oh, and I had to spend 6+ hours out of class time to work on a computer science project. And why the hell did I have to make such a stupid mistake on my Calc test damnit? Dropping my grade over a stupid mistake is not my idea of fun. Hell, I'd rather be bludged with a sack of cat crap than go through that again.
*crawls into bed and sobs*
I scream and I weep
I cry and I sleep
But it won't come back
I claw and I bite
I tear and I fight
But it won't come back
Want to gnash til it's black
And though I swear to attack
It won't come back
