I REALLY wish I owned a flask right now.

Think about it. It'd make taking the DAT tomorrow so much better. I have an hour for lunch between my class and the exam, so like, why not make myself a little somethin' before I walk over to the building on campus where I'll be chained to a computer for 5 hours?

Really though. I give zero fucks about this. Well, wait, maybe if I just check my desk drawers...nope, nothing, what about my backpack...hm, empty. Oh! My pockets? I don't think--wait, what's this? Yep! There, I found a fuck. Oh, a fuck and a half. I give 1.5 fucks about the DAT tomorrow.

I have a dream now. And it's something I know I feel strongly for, more than anything I've encountered thus far. And it does not involve dentistry. Or medicine. Or anything supposedly "respectable" for my family's standards. I know my family will flip its shit. And if they do, okay, cool. I need to at least try and maybe fail (hopefully not) so I can say I did, versus looking back, years from now, still living with fear, regret, and major resentment towards my family. Honestly, I already dislike my family for this. Well, I love my cousins, of course, but the elders...not so much. And my grandfather's fighting cancer, sure, and if it's like, some dying wish of his that I should be a doctor, well...sorry. That's not me. Guess he'll have to die disappointed. Q-fucking-Q. He's already got other grandchildren striving to go into that field. And I will not be one of them.

If someone loaned me their flask for the day tomorrow, I'd really, really appreciate it <3



Or you know what, screw it. There are other ways to transport small amounts of alcohol.