Right now I should be writing my essay on 'The Yellow Wallpaper' for English lit, it is due next monday but I cannot focus for the life of me. So, I decided to write a blog instead.
Yes, the story is a piece of cake but it's the writing it that is the pain in the buttocks. Reading back on this story, with the narrator babbling on in her pretentious tone is making me want to stab myself in the eye with a fork, so I can't read anymore. Despite my use of big words to sound like I know what I am talking about, I am pretty sure I have already found some contradictions and some obvious bull shit in my essay. I don't know how I am going to get through this.. someone fill the so called void, I call my life with something other than coursework.
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