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If I wasn't in pain, would you have treated me the same?

Nothing every ends poetically, it ends and we turn into poems. All that blood was never beautiful, it was just red.

When the sun meets the ocean, oh but my dear, it seems you've forgotten that you're the sun.

Genuinely, men NEED to shut the fuck up.

And know for the love of god You need to suffer Because there is a god Who demands to be bled for

help. Why are all my teachers in Starbucks right now?!

you know, I never really knew how much things could change in the blink of an eye. It sucks balls out here gang. Stay strong.

more than anything, my grades define me and I hate it.

Have you ever wanted to meet Helen Keller? If so, try out my Chemistry class and meet her yourself. You will not be heard, seen, nor will she communicate with you. Does not answer questions well, and when she does, it's with sass and annoyance. Tough grader and expects you to write essays for easy written answers on homework or exams. Hope you like pediatrics because that's the only setting that exists here. Adult rehab? Never heard of her. Ask a question and get a sigh, a riddle, or a stare making you regret your question. Feedback is vague, grading is brutal, and clarity is a myth. 10/10 would cry again.

The best thing about being alive is that sometimes there is a cat.

Menstrual blood is the only blood not spilled in violence, and yet it is the blood that society is most disgusted by.

I hate my fucking math teacher. UGHHHHHHHHHHH.

I have a math test. eek.

I love cats.