Gyaaalgrghhh.

Ooogh. Aaagh. Bleargh. Bluiebleeblooooo.

(That's what happens to people who are drowning in stress. Yours truly for example. Holy fuck what I wouldn't effing do get this bloody fucking semester over and effing done with, goddaym. yes, I am swearing again. Fuck.)

...oh p.s. I should drop school and get a job instead. I think I'd do great quarrying. Why? Because the fucking bags under my eyes are large enough to carry fucking boulders, that's why. Oh jeebus my wit has deteriorated into a congealed pool of slush.

theHERETICisIN.
o come, all ye faithful.