my life. my passion. my randomness.
I hate that feeling. It’s the build up of nerves and anxiety in your stomach. You think that there is something wrong but half the time there really isn’t. It’s a terrible thing especially since all you want to do is cry because of it. This feeling fucks with you in so many ways. I hate it.
Most kids on this website don’t even know what this is
That’s a coffee table
What if colleges only made you pay the percentage of tuition that you failed, so if you got an average of 86 for the year you’d only have to pay 14% of the tuition, but if you got a 94 then it’d only be 6%. That way we’d be rewarding the success and even if you flunked the semester, you still wouldn’t have to pay for ALL of the tuition
You are the future.