Papers? Please.

“Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic.
I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me.
But right now, I am a chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.”


-I was just browsing and about to start with a term paper forwarded by a comrade and a confidant. And I found this from someone’s page.

(Why is everyone having a hard time lately. What’s with Holy week?)


Papers? Please.