For me, "I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed" is another way saying: "I'm not horny, but could you please take yo shirt off?"
I'm sorry for being too open for this whole time. But it's a nice Saturday morning, and I need to go to some place in the next 2 hours, so who the fuck cares?
Lately, I've been doing some unproductive stuff you don't want to find about. I mean, yeah, it's a goddamn long weekend for sure, but I don't feel like I have a proper plan to enjoy this. Next week, we're gonna have a massive examinations and I feel like cursed everywhere in my body.
If only I have powers to pass through the entire week full of torture.
I have a platonic love among superheroes, remember?
Or should I call them to visit me, like, right now?
OK Mom's calling. She's angry. C U LATER.