Countess’ thoughts while packing:
- How the bloody hell do I have this much stuff?
- I know all of this fit in these bins when I moved in.
- What is this?
- Whose is this?
- Why is this?
- The Fuck is this?
- I don’t even.
It’s that time of year again. Where all the college students get to work themselves to the bone on finals all while shoving all their personal belongings into a box so they can gtfo.
Yeah that’s right.
I made those papers my bitch.
gonna check to see if my grades have been posted before I go to bed.
[EDIT] As of right now, not posted. So, I’ll check again tomorrow and pray for not horrible news
Fucking finally. I had to supress a panic attack all morning, but I got through it and possibly maybe didn’t completely fail it.
So now I’m gonna go pass out since I was too stressed to sleep well last night. Leave Me Alone To Nap. Forever.