My brain is buzzing with details. My heart is trying to stifle boredom. How can there be so much details in 1-credit subject?
The details continue to stomp on my patience. Like the crumpled cover of my favourite novel. Like the impulsive hair-picking habit.
Curb the anger.
Curb the hostility.
Curb the boredom.
I can't wait to get home.