Under The Bridge

So technically speaking i have my birthday in 3 days, only we've got a huge crapload of pointless 3D homework which will make sure to ruin whatever time. I quarreled with that bitch michal today, since i'm not intending to be a motherfucking interior designer like her, so i plan to hand in something horrible. My right wrist is deteriorating - when holding a pencil is too heavy - something is fucked. I also can't stop coughing - to the point of nausea, and my nose bleeds like a washing powder addict's. I'm so tired i keep forgetting words from that language i'm supposed to speak daily. The last month's salary was a joke. And nobody will remember wednesday, heck, i only thought of it as a tail of the hand-in. I guess it's just time for a huge scar again, in celebration. Keep the tradition, so to speak.

Smile and cut the bullshit.

Re vera, cara mea, mea nil refert.