Well, I had my first anxiety attack in months today. So, I guess that’s not good.
The Donk ruined my entire fucking life. It has directly and indirectly caused so many fucking problems in my life that I don’t even want to fucking march again.
Having to pick between eating or having the gas to go to class.
today in my voice class our professor was lecturing on the anatomy of breathing and when she went on to say that you could technically function with only one lung
in my mind
a guy on our cymbal line only had one lung this summer.
I only have one kidney.
Have you ever wanted to talk to someone so badly but you have no means of communicating with them in a non awkward fashion?