I suddenly LOVE mondays.
No art lessons.
Fears.

I have to do my IDU.
I got 32 for ARC.
I fucking failed for IHSS.
I can't stand those people who get high marks and rub it into others' faces.


So. Fucking. Annoying.
I'm starting to hate you, should'nt have trusted you.

A little tear streaked, yellow puddle of grief.