So, I’m one portfolio and two essay finals away from finishing my second to last semester of college.
Couple days ago, I was in the middle of writing the ump-teenth paper about old stories I didn’t care about anymore, and I was seriously starting to think my head was going to explode.
After I took a Naproxen and finished crying my face off for fifteen minutes, I posted this on Facebook:
All jokes aside, that is some real shit. More on breakdowns in a bit.