i feel lyk hanging myself. i have a serious condition of procrastinating. had 7 days to study for lit paper and i didnt start to study until today at 8pm. 8pm lyk wth? haha is thr even enough time to do everythg, and i havent highlight anythg in my texts for the last 11 mths.

Stephen is a troublesome boy with serious problems with what he wants. lyk wth he shld just get a f psychologist to hear him out and cure him and not lookg at a girl and thinkg tt oh shes so birdlike and can his inspiration thr. lyk bird=woman, woman=bird= inspiration meh!

and Plath shld just get a life and stop torturing ppl with her mysterious poems which all ends in emo-ness and death. lyk pls eat more anti-depressant pills alright, dont spread your pain and sufferg to me.

ok Lear seems to be the easiest to interpret, with the super ultra dramatic weather patterns tt complements his mood. lyk what, alliance with the weather god uh. ok im just pissed cause ive only completed unseen and not even done with PYM, KL and Plath- look at the time now.

this is caused by the tennis fever and irritating players tt get onto my nerves in the "stupid virtual game" and the just plainly thinkg abt the end of As tml at 11am is gg to drive me crazy, lyk literally, so much so tt i cant study and this excitement and eagerness overshadows the need to study. but oh no the sun is coming out and it is a conventional symbol of time! ok im just pissed with literature and myself.