Maybe the third week of school is too early to be having a freak-out fest but oh well, because I am.
I hate when things happen unannounced. I hate when I can't do things the way that I want to do them (I mean as well as I know I can).
This sick perfectionism is killing me.
I accidentally had a late assignment because I completely forgot. This has never happened to me and it took all of my strength left not to cry.