Early morning study break = contentless tumbling.
Also, “hard bitches use knives”. Wrote that in big scratchy letters on a page with some sick poems in my uni notebook. So 16 right now - best year of my life.
Also, I’m writing. Wrote a 3 verse without pause, “straight from the top of my dome” FREESTYLUZZZZ. Seriously, I’m back in the season, so hopefully I finish the manuscript in the next 6 months before I go back to being a wordless chump.
Also, being in the writing season means I feel like getting thrashed ass.
Also, I’m beginning to rue taking Roaccutane, on account of I can’t get properly blitzed without disolving my stomach or something.
Also, I think not drinking until I’m 30 is a bad idea, so I’m buying myself a classy ass hip flask as a treat for finishing with the course (both) in November.
Also, um, fuck.
That’s an order.