I really couldn’t be happier for it to be the last day.
If my history-obsessed and possibly-insane apush teacher can get a boyfriend, there’s got to be some hope for me too.
I am so ready for summer. I want to choose who I get to see everyday. I want vacations and laughs and adventures and friends and sleep and writing and no stress or anxiety or having to be around people I can’t handle and assignments I can’t balance. I’m tired of this. All of it.
omgomgomg I have a big audition tomorrow that I think I may have a shot at and I’m freaking out omg
The worst kind of sad is the kind where you don’t know why you’re sad, so you don’t know how to stop it.