A shit beginning today.
the pressure crammed into my brain once I stepped into the room twenty-four. I knew at the moment shit would start. The witchy-british-doll-faced something started taunting at me. What the hell is going on? Well, I lied. I lied to ther that I am working on my second graph of seamus heaney coursework and she asked for it tomorrow. Great. This time really I have to work all night to deal with that peice of shit. I just hate this subject. For goodness's sake I am having an exam on friday. Birthday on wednesday is pointless and meaningless whilst witchy-bitchy asked you for one thousand words well-connected, constructed, written poem analysis. Well I dont mind not to give a damn on my eighteen birthday, what makes me more fuck-up is that how am I going to blow up one-thousand words in less than twenty-four hours. God bless me. I have to press the button all over the time I am sure until six months at least later. Thank you.
Timetable is also sick. the man who scheduled this should be sent to addenbrokes hospital mental department immediately. What the hell is going on? i cant believe that I am mumbling for two hundred words. it is not my style. stay calm ka shek. you can one day get that shit done and get all A. I promise. Now get the hell back to your books. Good luck.
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