well, I'll go to college and I'll learn some big words and I'll talk real loud, goddamn right I'll be heard

Bzzzz. One new message.

"This

Is

Hell

On

Earth"

Bzzzz. One new message.

"I wish this coke was vodka then I'd be too slaughtered to comprehend how much I'm being tortured right now x"

Oh it's not even that bad, idiot. Where is he? Eating out with his family. Enjoying a tasty meal whilst I'm boxed inside trying to force out another page's worth of essay material on Death of a Salesman (most boring book ever), without any food at all, having just been given my new glasses which I look like a complete dick in. HOW VERY FUCKING FUN FOR ME.

Coursework is not my friend.

Procrastination is.

I even sent an email to my english teacher begging for an extension due to my bronchitis. Going for the sympathy vote of course.

It's been almost five hours... I've written a page.

To be fair it's quite a well written page and you know what they say, "Quality before quantity".

Do I have the balls to hand in just one page? People gathering up our drafts will look at me and say "Where's the rest of it?". Still stuck in my head somewhere. There isn't enough material to write about.

I blame my english teacher for making us choose our own essay titles.

Fuck the American Dream. You're too goddamn basic. There is no depth to a deluded and blindly believed in ethos that doesn't exist.

That is all I have to say. How do I turn those three sentences into three pages worth?

How the fuck did I get A*'s in my previous pieces of coursework?

HOW THE FUCK DID I MANAGE TO GET FULL MARKS IN MY LAST ESSAY?

Focus Becky, please just fucking focus.