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rona got me fucked, they can suck my left nut
my life's been quite the roller coaster as of late,
but then again when's it not when you acquire borderline personality disorder?
anyhow, school's canceled for the remainder of the year (wtf? i hate skool but like,
it was the only source of human contact i had left). now i reside in my scorching hot bedroom,
unsure of when the next assignment's due, and without my usual burst of creativity.
i seriously hope this whole epidemic clears up soon so us introverts feel less
forced inside the confines of our bedroom but rather obligated to lay low.
music's been my middle ground lately, and i like discovering bands, and such.
oh, my birthday's just around the corner as well, bloody terrific.
it's truthfully the absolute fuckin' worst, but not for the reasons you're likely theorizing.
missing my pretty ocean eyed blonde atm.
he's always had an overwhelmingly peaceful and likable presence.
sunflower sat on my right, in the film studies class we share. super quiet, observant,
very telling. more so than i think he's aware.
he's quite fidgety and changes positions as to find one that suites his comfort best.
on occasion we'd lock eyes, however i could never tell if it was purposeful or an honest mistake.
there's many moments i recall where i found myself a flustered mess whenever his anxious gaze met my own.
whether the feelings i harbor are mutual goes beyond my knowledge.
smile warm and honest. voice smooth like honey, dripping off his tongue
so easily, i almost find myself lost in waves of his words, unable to subdue the scarlet blush
that coats my cheeks when caught.
his smirk pleases the butterflies that rise from the simplicity of his action,
my muddy brown eyes glancing anywhere but toward the thing i find most intoxicating.
sorry for the love letter tangent, boys, ya know?
wait i'm a boy, whatever.
moving forward, nothing much asides the fact america has topped most cases of corona,
my teachers' not updating google classroom (maybe i haven't really checked nor care too), re-downloading the sims 2, exploring my musical horizons, and being an emo pretentious little fuck.
(meaning i somehow scored 150 on some iq test, though i'm absolutely certain it was rigged),
experiencing wretched anxiety attacks over death, an active black hole near earth, twitter drama,
my best friend leaving me on read for hours, and needing loads of therapy. i'd say it's been rather uneventful.
speaking of my film studies class, i turned my horror paper in finally, and i'm hoping my cool metalhead teacher
won't notice, since he's pretty laid back. idk.
thanks for coming to my ted talk i suppose, until next time.
xoxo - tobi
but then again when's it not when you acquire borderline personality disorder?
anyhow, school's canceled for the remainder of the year (wtf? i hate skool but like,
it was the only source of human contact i had left). now i reside in my scorching hot bedroom,
unsure of when the next assignment's due, and without my usual burst of creativity.
i seriously hope this whole epidemic clears up soon so us introverts feel less
forced inside the confines of our bedroom but rather obligated to lay low.
music's been my middle ground lately, and i like discovering bands, and such.
oh, my birthday's just around the corner as well, bloody terrific.
it's truthfully the absolute fuckin' worst, but not for the reasons you're likely theorizing.
missing my pretty ocean eyed blonde atm.
he's always had an overwhelmingly peaceful and likable presence.
sunflower sat on my right, in the film studies class we share. super quiet, observant,
very telling. more so than i think he's aware.
he's quite fidgety and changes positions as to find one that suites his comfort best.
on occasion we'd lock eyes, however i could never tell if it was purposeful or an honest mistake.
there's many moments i recall where i found myself a flustered mess whenever his anxious gaze met my own.
whether the feelings i harbor are mutual goes beyond my knowledge.
smile warm and honest. voice smooth like honey, dripping off his tongue
so easily, i almost find myself lost in waves of his words, unable to subdue the scarlet blush
that coats my cheeks when caught.
his smirk pleases the butterflies that rise from the simplicity of his action,
my muddy brown eyes glancing anywhere but toward the thing i find most intoxicating.
sorry for the love letter tangent, boys, ya know?
wait i'm a boy, whatever.
moving forward, nothing much asides the fact america has topped most cases of corona,
my teachers' not updating google classroom (maybe i haven't really checked nor care too), re-downloading the sims 2, exploring my musical horizons, and being an emo pretentious little fuck.
(meaning i somehow scored 150 on some iq test, though i'm absolutely certain it was rigged),
experiencing wretched anxiety attacks over death, an active black hole near earth, twitter drama,
my best friend leaving me on read for hours, and needing loads of therapy. i'd say it's been rather uneventful.
speaking of my film studies class, i turned my horror paper in finally, and i'm hoping my cool metalhead teacher
won't notice, since he's pretty laid back. idk.
thanks for coming to my ted talk i suppose, until next time.
xoxo - tobi
