or when math makes sense, but feelings do not.
it's fun to believe that i finally understand the gibberish that our math teacher preaches. the logarithms make sense when i write them out, event though i have yet to be convinced that they are important in any way.
however, i am not sure if i even like the girl i asked on a date. maybe i was just broody when i asked her.
fucking fantastic.
CZYTASZ
Smart Girl
Literatura Faktuthoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
