Yea my professor came into class today and gave us our midterm exam.
That was scheduled for Wednesday.
That he has told us nothing about.
And the camera I was using for my photography assignment broke in the middle of my shoot.
I developed my film and half of it didn’t turn out/was ruined because of the freaking camera that broke.
This travel writing paper may just be the end of me.
I don’t understand why people can dump all of their problems on me and expect me to solve them all and give great advice, yet the second I want to talk about whats going on with me they have a million things to do.
I wish my sister was here and we could be having fun instead of me curling up in a ball on my bed and crying.
This isn’t me looking for pity. This is me having no one to talk to.