If you tell me to be in a building at 7am and ask me to sit there all day, of course I’m going to leave.
If you ask me to let a teacher spoon feed me with useless information, of course I’m going to sleep.
If you ask me to do all of this sober, of course I’m coming fucked up.

not giving a fuck about anything anymore is such a freeing feeling. especially because I know I don’t have to care anymore.
shit happens for a reason. its how we react to that shit that defines who we are. and if being a self-destructive little brat is what I come out of this as, then so be it. at least I’m finally happy.