ugh fucking kill me I have to try to remember what we were doing in class two months ago so that I can write about it because I was supposed to be keeping up with these dumb journals but I always end up writing all 7 of them at once, the night before they’re due
MAPLEDAPLE
My name is Mary and I'm a print journalism student at USF.
I just wish we could live in a time where there wasn’t homework and we could eat kettle corn and watch Ghost Adventures without feeling guilty and stressed.
