I saw one of my shirts lying in a pile and I was in a rush, so I just picked it up and put it on. Nothing was wrong with it, until I skated to school and sat down in class. I sit next to someone and I kept smelling something bad. I smelled my shirt this morning, but nothing was wrong with it, so I smelled my jacket and it was the same. The whole day I believed it was my pants because I wore these pants the day I went to volunteer. I felt so concerned with my smell that I wanted to leave and disappear.
I left and went back to my apartment and found myself in a bad situation because I had to leave or I wouldn't get any work down. I changed my pants and thought everything was alright, but that was a lie. The smell was back and I didn't know what it could be, my jacket was on my waist, so it wasn't that. Then it dawned on me that it had to be the shirt, the one thing I couldn't change. There are a number of reasons that the shirt could smell, living in a bug infested apartment, probably not a washed shirt, too broke to wash clothes. I would root for the first option because it would basically explain a lot.
I am going to write tomorrow and try to get farther than I got today, which was nowhere. I feel terrible, but tonight I am going to get more than six hours of sleep, so yeah. I will finish one more episode of Soul Eater, then I am skating back, taking off my clothes, checking for bugs, and going to sleep. I really wish I was joking about the checking for bugs part, I need a new place to live and money.
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