vēlāka dienasgrāmata | Glamorous

[en] melody

2 days later

23.00

    My Hearts a Steroid, that's not how the song goes, I know, Jessica, ok? I know. Who's Samantha? My hair hurts. There's a reason why I think I was the only one with the highest procrastination rate cathegory in class, and today is just another proof, Here is just Another song, yeah, it's just another song for you. Some of y'all are waiting on me to put this book online, but the pressure, surface pressure, gives off the opposite effect, ouch, I scratched my eye too hard, dare I not put the weird finger juice in there. The weird finger juice had left me alone for winter, but it's back and it's bad. My English is worsening, my math, my chemistry, even my history, and there lies a hatred, but I feel myself defenceless... How can anyone be okay with moving forward in life and leaving everything, anything they've ever known. Anyone... they have ever known. Do not cry, do not collapse, the life is not bad, the productivity is not that catastrophic and the back is not aching at all... ok, this one is a lie, the back is aching. And eyes are too. Something wrong with air here, I don't know how to breathe, something's wrong with our eyes. It's probably me, hi, I'm the problem, but this is called self-blaming, and we shouldn't even practice that, and... something something, this pace was way harder that I thought it would be. I've almost forgotten the night at Prague.