Whenever i like a secret, I imagine that a cop is going to read it and question me why i liked it, like to tell me i'm supporting something wrong, so i always make up reasons in my head to try to explain.
I honestly feel like I'm too intelligent to be in my sophomore class. I had to point out London on a map because one girl seriously didn't know where it was. The stupidity of my generation is seriously starting to affect my mental well being.
