rich people be like “oh my shoe untied, I’ll buy a new one”
It’s hell writing and it’s hell not writing. The only tolerable state is having just written.
The hours between 12am and 6am
have a funny habit of making you feel
like you’re either on top of the world,
or under it.
I have two moods
One is highly sophisticated intellectual who goes into complex thoughts and is always moody and deep
the other is an immature 5 year old that doesn’t know how to control herself or her language or her actions
there is no inbetween
going to college like