For some strange and unknown reason, the doors of my school now, in unexplainable scenarios, have a tendency of not opening to my expectations.
-STORY TIME-
I was walking around school with my best friend one day (you know who you are; I know you know) and we were just chatting about random stuff whilst opening the double doors to the science block of our school campus. Her door opened fine but mine? Oh joy;
Opened it 90 degrees, walked straight into it.
...
I walked...into a door.
A door that was clearly not opened fully, and I still walked into it.
There is something wrong with my mental health, honestly...
But the thing is doors used to cooperate for me!
Door almost closes, I "🎶REACH FOR THE DOOR🎶", and everything goes fine.
But no, doors hate me just as much as air!
T^T
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The Antics and Fudged Up Sugar Within My Non-existent Life
Non-FictionSo basically, in a simpler version of the title, I have no life. From choking on air to 'nom'ing a sandwich, this is a little collection of the rather memorable events in this soul. Yup.
