The ramblings of an everyday, socially anxious, pessimistic failure of an author.
Like how good people are made of paper, or checking the clock in class every day and thinking, Oh my god, why are there still forty minutes left until class ends!
Or desperately trying to come up with a blurb, just like when I was little and tried to think of a personal status for my QQ Space.
And the various times I was treated like a tool in college.
Theme: The ramblings of an everyday, socially anxious, pessimistic failure of an author.
