Great Job Mr. Taco

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God, I know I'm supposed to be reading, but I just don't feel it! On over  bored looking g for something to do. And then Boom! A book! But noooo I have to procrastinate, great job brain. I'm so dome with myself its not even funny. I need to get a life and do my work like any normal human being

But of course my brain is going ballistic saying 'you ain't a human being. You ain't even normal' and I'm over here in a corner crying because I know I'm procrastinating, but I don't do shit about it. Other people would be more like this 'oh, I should do my homework! Let's get right to it!' And then there's me laying on bed on wattpad! Jesus Christ Mr. Taco! Get your homework over with!!!

Uggh, but I'm so worried about school. My friends are barely in any of my classes. And social anxiety is keeping me from making more! Because I hate everyone that goes to my school. (Except for my friends) they are all idiots! They are so retarded. Just because you think you're cool, DOESN'T MEAN YOUR ACTUALLY POPULAR, IDIOTS DONT KNOW SHIT ABOUT SHIT. I MEAN MY GOD HOW RETARDED DO YOU HAVE TO BE TO THINK YOURE BETTER THAN EVERYONE ELSE?? YOURE NOT, YOURE JUST AS BAD AS ME AND ALL OF MY FRIENDS. WE ACTUALLY HAVE HEARTS UNLIKE YOU, YOU STUPID IDIOTS HAVE STONE FOR HEARTS, YOU HEARLESS MONSTERS. YOURE ALL VILE CREATURES.

Sorry, friends of you are reading this, none of that is towards you. It goes all to the people you know I'm talking about. I apologize for my yelling, I really really needed to get that out.

Welp. *Grabs tacos and picante sauce* Mr. Taco Time is over. *kicks door off hinges* until next time! *cries while walking out door* *cartwheels away*

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