I'm in class. I'm tired. I don't want to pay attention anymore. I want to nap, go the the gym, read and eat and sleep. Breathing will come into play somewhere. I am bored out of my fucking mind. Somebody kill me. Please? Four days until the semester is over. Hallelujah, amen! No papers, dumb fucks, campus food for a month. I think I'm most excited to not be around the dumb fucks on campus--there are a lot of them. We are supposed to leave class early today but I have a writing workshop later so I can't be chillin like a villain. I really should go. Maybe I'll choke on my water and die. Is it possible to die from jumping off of a desk that's three feet off of the ground? Probably not. I'll dive head first. WIsh me luck.
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