#what should i do
I’m so bummed out, just realized now that I didn’t submit one of the two assignments that was due yesterday because we never have both kanji and grammar assignments due together, so I just assumed that the pages written there was for the former but it was actually referring to the grammar one. Shit. Assignments in this class are a huge percentage of your grade and you can’t submit late homework, not even for partial credit. At least it’s the first time this happens.
I just feel like this semester I’m making a lot of mistakes and maybe it’s just a reflection of my mental state. Or I am finally letting myself relax a little bit after being hard on myself for so long.
the hwarang fandom is more or less dead so i’m honestly not sure what i should do with this blog? convert it into a bts fan page? yeontan fan page? i’m too lazy to change the url that’s for sure
i think a cute girl likes me and im freaking out and have no idea what to do
Dlaczego zawsze gdy jest dobrze wszystko nagle się pierdoli?
Mówią że po burzy zawsze przychodzi słońce, więc dlaczego u mnie działa to w drugą stronę?
Sometimes it feels like stepping on a thin ice;
I see my sibling walking consciously towards hole in the sheet of ice.
I see my mother, who’s standing on cracked ice, shouting at my sibling to get their shit togheter, but only encouraging them to go futher.
I see my father standing on the shore, aware of what’s happening right before his eyes, but not able to stand on the ice.
And there’s me, who is trying to call out to them, but when everyone are just minding their own business, nobody really listens. I’m also on cracked ice and afraid to move, scared of getting involved.
My need to release is at 9/10.
I may have to lay down a towel and leak a TINY amount so that I can masturbate comfortably.
“ Corpse
Should I go back yet?
What should I do?
Should I give up?
Should I give in?
Where shall I turn.
”
Why do they care?
Why don’t they care?
How many islands shall fall by my feet,
Before I give up at all.
“
How many times shall I have to live with the corpse,
The memories,
How many days will pass without them?
”
So close yet so far,
On my Island that nobody knows,
‘Facing my fears’,
'Living a dream life’,
As their corpse lay dead.
“
End
Hate that you have this power over me. But you have.
Little lost right now.
