You have 6 hours of homework to do, but Bailey’s birthday lunch is today.
I used to be terrified of the gym.
My freshman year, I never went to bed before 4 am, waited until the absolute last second to do work, forgot about assignments, never studied until cramming the night before a final- you get the point.
I hate that it’s called a mental health disorder. I feel like it springs on an instant belief that something is wrong with someone.. That’s not the case.
It’s not just a new year, it’s a new decade. You better have some frickin good resolutions.