I can't find half my fucking history notes for the year.
It just so happens that they're the ones I need right now.
A whole chunk of my year's notes have disappeared and it's cause of my mother's fucking stupid policy of deciding that my room needs to fucking tidy itself.
I don't care if it's a huge fucking mess because it's my huge fucking mess.
Which means no matter how fucking disgusting it is to your fucking eyes, I can find my fucking stuff.
I arrange it in a unsightly conglomerate in fucking chronological order okay?
It's not in files, it's in a few crumpled stacks in a corner of my room but I don't give a fuck.
Because when it comes down to finding things I can FUCKING FIND THEM.
because when i need to study i can FUCKING STUDY.
IS THAT SO FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE TO COMPREHEND. I DON'T CARE THAT IT LOOKS DISTURBING TO YOUR FUCKING PSYCHE BECAUSE IT FUCKING WORKS.
AND I'M THE ONE STUDYING NOT YOU YOU FUCKER. So stop fucking rearranging my shit when my back is turned because SHIT DISAPPEARS.
A whole chunk of my notes is missing, and it so happens that within that whole chunk contains all the raw info i need for my south east asia history.
AND NOW I'M FUCKED FOR HISTORY.
FUCKED.
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.
Thanks to your fucked up need for organizing shit in a manner that is not organizing at all. Fuck you.
Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you.
Fucking hell.
Stupid shit.
To top things off, I lost about 3 months on fm because I misclicked and accidentally opened tf2.
The error telling me fm had crashed also occured one fucking second before I clicked the save button.
Fuck this shit.
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Fucking CHODH - Saturday, June 23, 2012 @ 5:04 PM
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Fucking CHODH - Saturday, June 23, 2012 @ 5:04 PM
I can't find half my fucking history notes for the year.
It just so happens that they're the ones I need right now. A whole chunk of my year's notes have disappeared and it's cause of my mother's fucking stupid policy of deciding that my room needs to fucking tidy itself. I don't care if it's a huge fucking mess because it's my huge fucking mess. Which means no matter how fucking disgusting it is to your fucking eyes, I can find my fucking stuff. I arrange it in a unsightly conglomerate in fucking chronological order okay? It's not in files, it's in a few crumpled stacks in a corner of my room but I don't give a fuck. Because when it comes down to finding things I can FUCKING FIND THEM. because when i need to study i can FUCKING STUDY. IS THAT SO FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE TO COMPREHEND. I DON'T CARE THAT IT LOOKS DISTURBING TO YOUR FUCKING PSYCHE BECAUSE IT FUCKING WORKS. AND I'M THE ONE STUDYING NOT YOU YOU FUCKER. So stop fucking rearranging my shit when my back is turned because SHIT DISAPPEARS. A whole chunk of my notes is missing, and it so happens that within that whole chunk contains all the raw info i need for my south east asia history. AND NOW I'M FUCKED FOR HISTORY. FUCKED. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. Thanks to your fucked up need for organizing shit in a manner that is not organizing at all. Fuck you. Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you. Fucking hell. Stupid shit. To top things off, I lost about 3 months on fm because I misclicked and accidentally opened tf2. The error telling me fm had crashed also occured one fucking second before I clicked the save button. Fuck this shit. |
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