Ah, advanced english. The subject that singlehandedly made me lose sanity during school, cry over an 85, enhance my hatred for modernist poetry AND ruin one of my favourite books by having to analyse it.
This is me right now. I think I’ve also forgotten how to use proper grammar, and structure my sentences correctly because I’m past the point of no return.
Waiting for freedom to come and whisk me away on its white horse. The day where I can finally break up with the frikking HSC is so close, yet so far.