I woke up with a massive headache from the amount of alcohol I consumed last night on an empty stomach. I should have eaten before going out, but I was too depressed. Today, I'm more enraged than heartbroken about what Julius did. He wasted my time. He wasted me. I won't spare him a thought. He can keep fu.cking Clover for all I care. They deserve each other. I dragged myself out of bed, feeling my head spin, but knowing I needed to get to my calculus 3 class. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and tied my hair up in a messy bun. I put on my Columbia hoodie, knowing it would be chilly in the brisk September air. I grabbed a pair of jeans and my favorite running shoes. I need to run off this hangover. I took my bag and jogged to campus. I thought I would throw up a couple of times on the way, but powered through it, feeling my head clear before I made it to class. I opened the door, taking a seat near the back as professor Dune came in, setting his things down. I love calculus, but
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