Life's too hard. So I'm drinking. Sorry, Joey. As much as I hate Great White... it's mine now.
There's no pleasing some profs no matter how hard you try. And sometimes you want to yell during the odd presentation or two, "Let me sit down. I'm having a panic attack and can't breathe. My throat is closing up. Can't you see me shaking?"
I take it as a sign. I'm out. No more university. It's not me. It never was. It never will be. I've never been smart enough, even at my finest moments. I'm a big faker. A university poser. Fuck all of you university elitists. I'll be drunk if anyone doesn't need me.
But fuck you. I'm crying and I'm dizzy and I'm kinda' stupid but I'm thinner and prettier. So fuck everyone. Fuck absolutely everyone. Whores don't get everyone they want, only the pretty ones.
I wish I were Judy Garland. Or manybe dead. Or both or whatever. Bye.