I am both physically and emotionally sick. I have to go to class tomorrow, sit with my head down and hope the teacher doesn’t pair us up, because that entire course makes me feel stupid. Then I go to the class where I missed Monday and I’ve never seen anyone else taking notes in there, so I don’t know who to ask to copy off of, not that I would because I don’t want to touch anything and spread this damn cold.
Then Thursday I have class, a guest lecture I want to go to and then I need to work on homework and watch my thurs night show, because if I get behind on it, I won’t be able to get on Tumblr.
On top of that,I have to listen to the people I’ve always tried to be supportive of be wholly unsupportive of the things I’m considering doing to better myself. I just want to be happy and healthy and to do the things that bring happiness and good health to the people who are most important to me. Why can’t my “friends” support that?
have reasons. Sound, solid reasons. And if you care about me, you should respect that and stop trying to make me live my life according to your ideals.
There is absolutely nothing wrong with me for not wanting to perpetuate bad genetics in a country where the only health that is important is the health of those that can afford the miserably exorbitant healthcare costs.
The more I talk to the people that I thought mattered, the more I want to blow this Popsicle stand and find a place in the world where a person’s first reaction isn’t to judge and hate on my decisions and considerations.
It probably doesn’t follow the guidelines exactly, I didn’t show up for swap your rough draft with a classmate day, I didn’t even do a damn rough draft and my conclusion is just like, “Yep, that’s what I said, didn’t you read the damn paper?!”
But I don’t give a fuck cause it’s a page over length and I refuse to change anything. I’m free bitches!
Two paragraphs of work, ten minutes of internet time. Repeat.
Since I’m just typing up what I wrote last week and hoping to cosmos that it’s quality, I don’t really feel like I need to focus on it.
I don’t think my paper fits the teacher’s specifications, but I don’t give a fuck. I don’t want to talk about the Ancient Mariner’s mom troubles, I just want to analyze word choice and the theme of guilt and responsibility. Is that too much to ask? D8<
I love literature, but so far Literature Studies has made me want to melt people :P