March 2012
Dear,
b-o-n-f-i-r-e:
I really don’t ask for much, or maybe I do. I’m not too sure. I like the simple things but it seems like these days the simple things hard are pretty hard to achieve. Like a regular date to the park, at the local Starbucks, maybe even Barnes & Noble. I’m also one for surprises; those typical sneak out at a random time and wake in a car that’s parked at Carolina Beach. I...
ugh. I feel like I’m failing all my classes. D: I know I’m doing well in journalism. Gateways, I’ll pass. But Math, oh god. I need a tutor. Environ, I need a tutor- have one, but I’m failing. I feel bad when I skip D: And lastly, fucking first year writing 102, my teacher’s a cunt and I better get a good grade in the fucking essay we did yesterday -_-
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February 2012
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