Last week was absolutely exhausting. I could seriously cry. Like, having people being happy and awake and chipper around you is totally unpleasant and I'd rather die a few thousand times than deal with it again.
People are sooooo hyperrrrr. I'm just not used to that. I mean, how many fucks could you possibly give in a 9AM lecture?
I'm pretty sure I just hate excitement. And paying attention. Taking notes. Homework. Lecturesss. Whatever. ♥
Oh, and if anyone has any clover honey in their pantry / fridge / whatever, I will totally worship you if you let me borrow it.