So it’s just so godamn caustic. Why dammit, WHY? Have you ever gotten the feeling…where…YOU JUST NEED TO TAKE A SHIT…but just cannot? So, what am I exactly talking about? Alright, well heres a jagged version of it.

Period 7– I walk into class. Stop. Groan. Shift eyes, stop again. Stand still. Rosabella walks in. I eye her closely. I holler at her to come up to me. I whisper in her ear. She rolls on the floor laughing. I stand there, saying its not “funny”. She keeps laughing. Eiseberg tells us to shut up. We all sit down, the class begins *independent reading*. Do I read? No. I sit there, staring at the wall, swaying back and forth, giving the impression that the chair is fucking me up the ass and I’m not enjoying it. About 10 minutes pass, dear little Roxanne notices me in distress, asks what the problem is, Rosabella tells her, Roxanne looks at me mortified, tells me to “go.” I refuse. Another five minutes pass, my situation getting worse. I finally cannot take the pressure anymore, ask for a pass, go down stairs, look in the room, see people there, come back up, try to cope with the dilemma, realize that it is impossible, go back down stairs, lock myself in, and…STRUGGLE. I remain there for about 6-10 minutes, just striving with torment. Nothing. Not ONE FUCKING DROP! NOTHING. I get up, go back upstairs, feel a little better, yet still…cramped. This continues until I forget about the whole thing, head towards rehearsal and resume to functioning properly in the world.

Whoo hoo. Go Eleia. But, that was…a very…interesting english period. Ahh, and what exactly did I whisper to Rosabella that day? Oh come on, it can’t be that difficult to imagine!

Hehehe…

“Omg omg omg bella. fuck fuck fuck. I got major craaaaaaamps. Ow, ow ow. FUCK BELLA I NEEEEED TO TAKE A SHIIIIIIIIT”

Have a fan-fucking-tastic day.