SERIOUSLY. WHY AM I A CRIMINAL JUSTICE MAJOR?! MAN. FUCK THIS NOISE. LITERARY JUSTICE? OKAY.
EDIT: CREATIVE WRITING? IS A PAIN.
every day, I sit
and contemplate my breakfast--
why can't I explode?
Initially, I
thought you'd have some kind of growth
spurt. Shrinking yet?
last night, I tripped on
a stack of books and dirty
clothes. Motherfucker
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