
She just took one sentence to tell me about the rape.
That stopped the tears. Replaced now by well practiced meanness. I guess I can’t blame her. Who knew how I was going to respond to that kind of confession, though she didn’t exactly give me the chance to respond. Suddenly she hated me for knowing, even though she’d been the one to tell me. Though I had asked. I had asked. When I called her the next day, she said she was finished fucking around with guys who belonged in a zoo. She hung up before I could ask her if she saw me with the cats or the birds.
-Johnny TruantÂ
(Source: sorrisoentrebeijos)
and in that moment I realized it was not because I was unique that he didn’t understand me, it was because I was completely and utterly normal
The night before the exam:
20 minutes into studying:
A few hours into studying:
An hour before the exam:
A minute before the exam:
5 minutes into the exam:
Walking out of the exam:
When you get your grade back: