"she's imperfect, but she tries.
she is good, but she lies.
she is hard on herself.
she is broken and won't ask for help.
she is messy, but she's kind.
she is lonely most of the time."
― she used to be mine (waitress the musical)
like a desk bumped my head and a bottle hit my head just earlier and i almost teared up
or maybe i did let out a tear that my classmates asked "why are you crying?"
my dumbass was panicking bc i thought i left my text book at home bc i couldn't find it in bag but turned out the book was there on my lap
how am i gonna pass exam with this small brain