look into the air

it goes against my very nature to simply transcribe the things i feel into strings of words, it's much too hard and sometimes things are too important to risk losing it in translation. i am not apologizing for being the way i am, but i am sorry if you can't accept that simple fact.

it's almost as silly as being forced to miss lessons and then write an essay about how we're supposed to avoid a one-time mistake due to unforeseen circumstances as punishment for coming to class four minutes late in the morning (and then hearing bull about it from your mentor. yeah thanks!)

(to say this past week has been dead tiring would be a fucking understatement.)


PS: if anyone has a copy of "the perks of being a wallflower" by stephen chbosky do let me know. i have the sudden urge to re-read it. please + thank you. :)