I think my head broke.
Today was alright.
A fiery brimstone kind of alright, but alright.
As in, I had to get my schedule changed for no less than the third fucking time, and I already have homework that I'm skipping out on, and my friends are already driving me crazy alright. But really, I'm fine. (Pretty fucking dandy, actually.)
No. Seriously. I love my teachers. (Bach just makes me so happy.) I have friends in my classes. (For once.) And I mean...I'm alright. (I have a headache and it hurts like a mother, but, honest-to-God, I am alright.)
But Fruit Monkey is back.
(And you must, of course, understand that this means my world is hell.)
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FRUIT MONKEY.
OMG. HE'S IN MY CLASS. FRUIT MONKEY. WHO FLINGS POOOOO.