• swathi_ 5w

    One time, I love all these romantic things
    The other minute, I am like what the fuck is all this.
    Mood swings at it's best
    I fucked up an exam, by running out of time to complete the paper
    I studied so well, and I knew all the answers
    But I didn't write all,
    And I'm frustrated, angry
    Random things.
    But everything linked up in mind