Don't release me 'til it's over.

It's 1:30am, and usually, I would hate being up this late writing an essay but today is different.

I'm writing about how fcked up the food we eat is, and listening to some good tunes.

Probably shouldn't have left this until the last minute, but as of now, I don't care.

Talk to me in a few hours / tomorrow in class, and I'll tell you a different story..

I am on page 1 of 5. Ha.

Love.