#WORKFOREST PROBLEMS

driving home from myrtle beach

I’m just like,

morning after

The guy I wake up next to is just like,

when i dance on bars to get attention

Expectation: 

Reality: 

when my friends and i went to bail my idiot friend out of jail

We were just like,

when i get home from late night

I’m just like,

when i wait in line at pirate’s cove

I’m just like,

when i try to explain post exams to my mother

I’m just like,

when all i want to do is drink and my best friend still has one more paper to write

when i’m taking an impossible exam

I’m just like,

when a guy makes sense of my problems

He’s just like,