Your average (and typically broke) eighteen year-old Fine Arts college student.
Fueled by Homestuck, Hetalia, Adventure Time, Sherlock, books, sweets, beaches, art, booze, late night escapades and the Internet.
Femme fatale in the making... a very long making.
There’s a bottle of Tanduay Ice sitting in the ref and I’ve been saving it for today, since it’s the end of hell week and I thought a celebration was in order.
Except I did unbelievably terrible in one of my exams so I’m in no mood to drink by myself tonight. I kind of wish someone would just toss me a pack of cigarettes or something but unfortunately the world doesn’t work that way. Right now I’d rather just mope around the house and ignore my homework, lest it remind me of how I just lost any standing chance I had at being freaking Univ Scholar twice in a row.
It’s really kind of hard not to despise myself this week. It’s like everything I touch turns into a grade A mess.
It’s hard trying to make people proud of you when you aren’t too proud of yourself to begin with.
