Yeah. I don’t want to talk about it.

Well this was some fucking week for Bwog.

Bwog got anxious:

• had four rounds of nervous poops in the hour before my EMT exam.
• went to my boyfriend’s religious college for a hot sec and my anxiety levels got fucked up for the next few days.

Bwog did work:

• studied… studied how to cry efficiently. 
• wrote poetry as part of a final project.
• made a video game as a final project.
• gl reading 5his shit I’m very fucming drunk rn lolllllfuck my grades fucm mental health fuck everyrhingggggg
• made collages at Mudd to scare the engineers.

Bwog made discoveries: 

• received medical results on a bus, subsequently had to divulge personal information to my fellow passengers.
• put a teaspoon of chocolate milk in normal milk and thought I had come up with something revolutionary but it’s just milk.
• am officially dating a guy. Wack because I thought I was gay.
• FOUND THE MATH TUNNELS.

Bwog kept it together?:

• kept it together surprisingly well
• fucked up.
• oh boy I really fucked up.
• had a rough fucking weekend.
• decided to end my relationship with someone. Failed. 

Bwog got hurt:

• got body-checked by a turnstyle.
• cried in someone else’s bed.
• really wanted to cry but failed.
• got sad because of my ex for the millionth time.

my Saturday night via my iPhone