I hate my life. I hate my life. I hate the people in my life. Oh…I hate my life.
what if I pretend to be British for like the first 6 months at college only around my roommate and I wake her up every morning at like 6 am and say like “up up darling it’s time for your tea the birds are singing a spoon full of medicine makes the medicine go down” and then we get back from winter break and switch back to normal and pretend she made the whole thing up until she loses her mind that would be fun