Screw you, Twitter. SCREW YOU!
(That link takes your tweet nonsense and makes it into poetry nonsense.)
I can also feel it in my heart.
As I was waking up this morning.
Poop is a fantastic form of art.
Can’t need to CREATE!!
I am a bucket of sadness tonight.
“ICU” doesn’t seem appropriate…
I absolutely hate polar coordinates.
I am so done with this semester.