The ramblings of a useless author who is socially anxious and gloomy in everyday life.
Like how all good people are made of paper, or how I check the clock in class every day and think, Oh my god, there are still forty minutes until class ends!
Like desperately squeezing out copy, as if I were back in elementary school trying to come up with a signature for my Q.Q Space profile. :P
And the various times I was treated like a tool in college.
Theme: The ramblings of a useless author who is socially anxious and gloomy in everyday life.
