I seem to have everything planned out in my head, every single thing I want to say, but as soon as it comes time to write, it all sounds funky. everything I write needs to be symmetrical. If it’s not, it ends up sounding too chunky.
I ate an entire loaf of bread in History class. I ate a whole ass loaf of zucchini bread in my world history class this morning. I’m just going to call it healthy. Because, you know, it’s like, squash bread. So it has to count for something…right?