i knew it.
i knew this day would find a way to fuck me over. fucking wednesday. goddamn, fucking wednesday. i think i’d rather have failed my mid-term than this*! see, this is why i don’t talk about boys in anything but the most abstract terms, because something always comes along to render it all invalid.
yeah, yeah, it’s good for him. yeah, good for him. yah-fucking-hoo. at least someone got good news. all i got was a handful of snotty kleenex from an unexpectedly strong reaction to the news. blah. boys.
*of course i wouldn’t really have rather failed my mid-term (even though i was fully convinced i had, you can’t believe how happy that 81% made me when i saw it), but at this moment, i’d give one for the other. in a heartbeat.