(Source: uglys0ul)
In my freshman year, there was this guy on my floor who used to come by the study room where I was cramming for midterms at 2am and say, “Diana…you’re a mess.”
By 11:00am this morning, I had already missed 2 mandatory meetings, simply because I forgot about them. I said to Kush, I’m a mess. He smiled at me and said, “Yes.”
It’s our 13 months.
There are controlled messes, like where you’re kind of frazzled but you’re on the right track, and then there are just messy messes where you’re frazzled and completely lost. I’m the second one. My goal in life right now is to just. pull myself together.
I WANT FOOD. I WANT BF. AND SLEEP. BUT ALL I HAVE IS LS1. WHY. WHY!