We've all been there, we've all felt it at one point or another. That moment when you realize your month or so of binge drinking, sleeping, missed classes, waking up in strange beds and places, and a general reckless-abandon towards your academic life has landed you in hot fucking water. When you just have to bend over, and receive a raping in the form of actual work and responsibility. It's a pretty special feeling, having the weight of the whole semester come crashing down upon your head in one swoop, and having no one to blame or turn to but yourself.
One will do anything to get out of such a pickle, and desperation starts to kick in. Nearly useless cramming becomes the norm for a few short hours. You even start to believe you can pull it off. Then before you know it, you find yourself sucking down butts at an abnormal rate, loading up on lotto 649 tickets.
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