Bullfrog dearest

Exhaustion is pretty pleased with the way my veins bleed total abnormality. My dance with a little bullfrog called "farkyouexams" is leaving me bored and the rest of myself rather confused, caught in a perplex contradiction between i-am-so-worried-i-could-do-nothing mode and for-the-good-of-my-toes-i-really-just-can't-be-bothered syndrome. You realise that they both birth the same annoying brat and also that I've been putting some thought into making an attempt to not use god's name in vain.

To simply put it, the studying's not picking up too good this week, being extremely bleak. And my soul which claims to care seems to be chasing a rabit in hope to find one of those rabbit holes Alice speaks fondly of.

I've been missing the company of the people whom bring to life much simplicity and sense.

My affection for you is absurd, as a bumble bee attempting honey cold turkey.