i told you i'm not buletproof

...now you know.

and this is the part of life i like to call: proving myself right.

why do i suck at accomplishing things?
why can't i just write a paper and take a little more time than a night to do it.
why can't i put more thought into these things and get better grades?

"this is the last straw
don't want to hurt anymore."

mr. duffy had a supposed heart-attack today.
whatever it was, it was scary
and i was nearby when it happened.
and i don't know why i felt so traumatized... i've never had him.
i've heard many stories. he seems like the best teacher at central.
and he'll pull through. he's a champion.

anyway,
i need to write a paper on how the native americans are way better than the puritans. and how their writing styles are different.
but i'll probably be back when i need a break from my thoughts.

moral of the story: pepsi + muffin = not so good...