Read it. It'll get better. Every year you'll have classes that you hate more than anything in the world, but you'll end up having moments during each that remind you that the universe doesn't hate you. It's the only reason I've gotten through Spanish and Anatomy and Algebra II and... Yeah. All that fun sh*t. But things don't stay that way forever.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
By the sweat of your brow you will eat your food until you return to the ground, since from it you were taken; for dust you are and to dust you will return. — Genesis 3:19
