Boys, Periods, The Apocalypse, All Those Girl Problems.

Y'know what? I never asked for this.

I'm the kind of girl who flunks midterms and procrastinates homework. The kind who binge watched TV shows and only gets out of her room for bare necessities. The most exercise I get in a week is the walk from my fridge to my room, and whatever hell my PE teacher tries to put me through.

If the thought of parties and socials sends shivers down my spine, then which all powerful deity thought it would be smart to put the world in my hands?

I might spend my time fangirling over stories of fantastical adventures but that doesn't mean that I wanted one. Can't you give me a free Netflix subscription instead?

I'm sorry whoever reading this but this the story of how I failed at saving you. And the world.

Oops.