The Color Of Hunger

I can’t write. My brain is the twin towers and this goddamn paper is the Boeing 747. Crash and burn, motherfucker. Haha, but seriously. I wonder what those people must have been feeling and thinking and screaming. I kinda don’t wanna know actually. Cuz if I know, then I won’t be able to stop thinking about it. It’ll just be another annoying distraction in my quest to write an 80% (atleast) reflection paper 3 days before it’s due. That’s what this day is. A big fat distraction. Fuck my life.