"Everything that kills me makes me feel alive
Everything that drowns me makes me wanna fly"
I feel betrayed. I have been planning Friday in a week for the last month. I was supposed to go to an allnighter of a friend-but-there's-sexual-tension-between-us, stuff was supposed to happen, I'd have some fun, and then I'd take the train to our holiday home. But no, father dear always keeps the most important info till the very end when it' too late to call it off. So now I can kiss the party and my chances for a decent portion of venting goodbye, and also my hopes of completing my essay in the first week of the holidays (which is pretty much essential to my grades) since as far as I know there is no way I'll ever be able to do anything in the South of France. Usually I'd be really happy to go there, I mean I love the place, but right now is just not the time, for fuck's sake. Stop screwing everything up. I've had enough.
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