simply punch pillow

Dear me help me help me help me what’s wrong with these students who leave work to the last minute like me who leave everything to the last minute, but do I really? Do I really? Dear me what’s wrong with these students who…

Checking grammar in an essay hurts my eyeballs.

Reading any sort of political essay make me want to kill somebody (tis a hyperbole) in the sense that I hate reading anything political or law related, anything kind of prose that’s poisoned with abstract nouns designed to confuse and paragraphs and paragraphs and paragraphs of sentences in the passive voice because they are too cowardly to say what they want to say.

I need to sleep. But I feel angry. I feel really angry because I missed my writing time.

I will punch my fist really hard on my pillow. Then I will sleep. Then I will wake up and eat an apple. In the meantime, I wish for sunshine tomorrow morning. Even if I don’t get sunshine tomorrow morning, I will still eat an apple and go to school. But before that, I must punch my pillow really hard. Then I shall sleep. Then I shall eat an apple. Then all will be as wonderful as it’s ever been. But before that I must punch my pillow really hard. Then I must sleep and think of apples.