Mornings wants me dead.
This morning, I woke up at 5:50 so I would be able to take a buss instead of needing to take a bike. Guess what?
I accidently fell asleep again, and woke up at 6:10. So, I decided to skip it because I needed to do my makeup.
But I was shaking so bad this morning it was hard to go on the freaking toilet!
So, everything took a lot longer than usual, so I didn't have time to brush my hair before I needed to leave for school.
So, I got to school, with two heavy bags, one containing 7 BOOKS FOR SWEDISH CLASS, it was okay. The breakfast in school was good, and I got to class. Gym class. With oreintetion. And I hadn't found a hoodie for it during the morning. And I only had a tank top that barely has a back. And I had no training bra.
Okay, but then JUST when we had walked off in the cold fucking weather, and it was WINDY,it started fucking raining!!
So what made me miss my motherfucking buss and made my morning really fucking stressful, were for nothing, because now it's ruined!!
I fucking hate mornings, and they hate me.
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