February 2012
How does one go about practicing their math skills? Either you have them or you don’t, so fuck you math.
I want a gift basket of all the books I want to read for my birthday.
So I’m going to give my mom a list of the books I want 5 months in advance.
I have never felt so exhausted, yet all I have been doing is sleep all day.
To spend money or not spend money- that is the question.
“My homie Kaithleen You are so summah time fine~ Girl, let me at it -a haiku from me to you”
I will forever reference to the haiku Meek wrote in a reply to my picture. Omg lol.
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My test taking anxiety is getting in the way of reaching academic perfection.
The anger I feel when I have a slow internet connection is equivalent to the anger that led to the death of 6 million Jews.
thefallofmeek asked: You're one cute ass girl Kaithleen, just saying.
I want to study so many things and do all kinds of research when I grow up. But that seems highly unlikely since I kind of just want to die.
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There is nothing more unattractive to me than letting someone know every little detail to your life. I just hate overhearing all these personal stories that mean absolutely nothing.
“For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips...”
– Judy Garland
Writing a romantic poem is difficult. Writing a romantic poem in Spanish is even more difficult. Presenting this poem in a foreign language to my class is just suicide.
My stepdad and his kids are the loudest and most obnoxious people. Like, they’re so loud that it makes me want to die.
I wish I hadn’t procrastinated.
Anonymous asked: how did you lose some much weight? teach me your ways!
Listening to MC Tchaikovsky after a pretty great night has made the night even greater. Nobody will ever understand the love I have for this concert.
I actually hate how much weight I’ve lost. I can’t afford new clothes and nothing fits me.
Fuck.
Today I:
made a movie
memorized a script that I wrote only hours beforehand
contemplated suicide
starved myself of sleep and nutrients
That’s my fucking life in a nutshell. Except, I’m going to die when I have to go to school tomorrow.
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My body movement and voice is so awkward. Why do people even talk to me? Seriously.
I will be up all night editing this broadcast on a foreign program that doesn’t tickle my happy pickle.
Fuck. This is what I get for procrastinating and not knowing how to say “No, I’m not interested.”