I hate it when people treat me like I don’t know what the hell I’m talking about when I’ve gone through the same shit that they’ve been through. Even more specifically, I hate it when MEN try to shush me and put me in my place. Don’t fucking talk to me like I’m some dumb piece of shit that’s lower on the totem pole than you.

I just stayed up all night to write a three page paper double spaced for my Brit lit class.

…and I might have done some procrastinating which is why I was up most of the night.

I just really hate writing academic papers.

40 school days left until Christmas break. 

That’s 60 days including the weekends and such. 

It’s all going to be over soon. Yay.