oh dear god it’s finals

and i have to do this every year

normal! functioning!

and then suddenly

“oh dear god, existential crisis time!! sleep! youtube videos!”

“i have….no….direction””

“oh god i’m older than i was last year and next year i’ll be even older! and then i’ll be dead”

“no one’s going to love me, i quit!!!”

(this one is the best because it’s really just an excuse for poor hygiene) 

and then finals are over and suddenly it all goes away.

Say it with me, “I do not give a fuck.”

i do cannot afford to care about the things that are not immediate problems

like “oh dear god what is studying”