Shame, shame, shame on me.

I give myself a template, and I can’t even stick to that. Grr.

So two things I wish I could do?

Not die at Tech, and find the motivation to write this French essay due in 9 hours.

One person I can trust?

Realistically, I don’t trust anyone with every bit of me. Too risky. But I guess my mom. For most things.

Stupid paper.