I have an essay to type about the chivalric code and the Canterbury tales and actually, now that I'm trying to explain what it is I am to be doing, I don't even know if that is it.
I read over the last paragraph of my essay, which isn't the true last paragraph I still need to do that I am straying and all the words were wrong I am so tired I can't make them right I have wasted so much time this past month The only thing I can do is work, I am good at working I can make double cheeseburgers and wrap sandwiches up quickly and be friendly with customers and I can make sure there are always enough french fries and that they are always fresh and there is always coffee brewing and the dishes get taken back on time and the counters are wiped down by girls with long hair and the people are happy and there is no hair in the sandwiches and the floors are swept and the employees in drive thru are suggestive selling to customers

but I can't complete my math homework, or write essays or even stay in school for a whole day I can't sit through my english class I can't give a whole 45 minutes to a math lesson I can't remember to print out articles for Religion except I just remembered now even though I reminded someone who I saw in the drive thru today after he refused to donate to charity

I have another essay to write, involving reseach too
I didn't follow the MLA format for English, I always lose points on that I'm tired of these writing rules and these writing prompts and analyzing literature
Leave. The. Book. Alone.

Fuck you and your ideas I'm sick of doing school work
I can't even write college essays, although college is what I want to most
I have no motivation, I have no license, I have no bra on