Logic: *whispering* uhm, is she... okay?

Me: *near tears as I have thirteen math packets, six chapters of APUSH notes, an essay about homeless lgbt teens and a theoretical essay on Emily Dickinson was very likely a lesbian scattered around me. A letter to my congresswoman sits, unforgotten, on my computer, with twelve other tabs open to a variety of oneshot ideas, planned fics, and pages of puns.*

Art: *looks at Logic with bags under her eyes* what the fuck do you fucking think you fucking nerdy assfuck