I am a mess

Stumbling out of my car,

dishoveled hair and mascara-stained glasses, of which I can barely see out of,

I quickly come to the realization I forgot at least one of my assignments.

Lit maybe?

Math? Oh, certainly.

Dragging what feels like 20 pounds up the strangely crayon-smelling and seemingly never ending staircase,

A somber and zombie-esque Haley falls from what little grace she has, and I do mean little,

by actually, physically tripping and essentially "eating shit".

Checking myself in the stained and cloudy bathroom mirror,

Another unfortunate realization ambushes my already impotent state of being-

I'm not even wearing a bra...

And this normaly would be traumatizing, or worthy of a 1990's teen girl rom com, if it weren't for the fact that I'm no stranger to this situation.

Again? Haley come on

you're such a fucking mess