University: 'life? She calls me every now and then.'
Grad school: 'life? Freedom? What are those?'

It was raining, my house has a hella lot of steps to reach the entrance, I was coming from school at 6 or so at night, and I fell and scrapped my knee.
There was a lot of blood.
A week later, it was raining again, I was coming from school once more, and I slipped once again on those damn stairs... /stone/ stairs. I torned my wound open again.
There was a lot more blood.
Let it be known that a daily school uniform does not help to minimize any kind of "scratch" that might come from a fall. I had ruined a second pair of stockings in basically less than a week.
I now have a nice roundish scar on my left knee.

Put 3 more balls and let's have a race

Showed it to my mom... Told me to go mop the floor if I have this much time to waste.

You need a new crush

Yeah, okay, but what about the woman with the blue jacket, how can she do that?!

Took me a while, honestly. To be fair, it kinda blends.

Stare at rocks while I drink cider.

You know, after seeing something like this got published, my hopes grow a little that one day I'll publish a book as well... Despite what my traitor brain whispers about Rowling.

*thinks about favorite characters*
.... It was nice knowing you people, I'll spend the remaining of my life in therapy.