dear senior exit project
are you trying to kill me? because i feel like dying when i touch you. and even when i think about you. i detest you. i suppose writing your story isn’t so bad. but this research paper makes me want to violate squirrels, throw babies, kick dogs, and kill trees. why won’t it just go away? go away. go away. go away. i want to snap my fingers and have it magically be finished. can a paper magically finish itself? i hope so. i would like it to. how awesome would it be if i fell asleep writing it and woke up to a finished paper? why can’t that happen? seriously.