DAMARE.

NINE.

My hands are cold, yet really warm. I just finished peeling shrimp for dinner and you know that feeling when your fingers are cold and numb as fuck but as you regain feeling the blood rushes through your hand? Yes, well, it’s that sensation.

ahhh. I hate group projects. Absolutely abhor them. So ending the school year with half of my comps being group projects isn’t very exciting. I find the entire thing to be such a hassle. Always trying to find the right times to meet, dealing with idle, lazy people. & you know what is fucked up? When all your group members cancel on you. Or when you end up meeting with only one other group member. Or when you’re the only one that actually cancelled other important events out to make it to each meeting, only to find that no one cared in the first place. That no work really got done.

And if you were wondering why I am starting to acting like a bitch, it’s not because of these projects. I’ve always been like this. I don’t usually express how angry I am or whatever because I never really found a reason to. But I’m ranting now because I feel like I will explode like Julie Kim or whatever. I actually don’t think I’d mind though, because I’d probably feel better if I did. I am so sick of my classmates.

just nine more school days. 14 days. two weeks.

I’ve been having so many dreams lately. They don’t really make sense but since when did dreams ever make sense?