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I meant, of course, to say "Whip It" down there. (No, not "whip it down there", ewwww. Now what kind of referrals am I going to get?)

Um. Here I am, shooting myself in the foot. I never met a bigger failure than me. Math is done; I should have withdrawn when I could; now I'll have to use up one of my last two "no credit" options. Feminism is salvageable; will I salvage it? I missed last week; probably missed the deadline for my rewrite; but I can live with the B+; if I can make myself show up; and beg her to let me scrape it together...

I never saw such a person. Chopped my own feet off, hobbling around on scabbed-over stumps, and just as they look they're going to heal, rip the scabs right off. And instead of picking up the pieces and trying to graduate from this fucking government-(under)funded falling-apart ghetto school, I'm composing nauseating metaphors for my own self-destructive behaviour.

Also: eating a corn muffin.

I want to hurt myself? Why?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:50 AM | shower me with attention