✶ study hall of rage ✶
today’s vibe:
missing flashcards,
copious amounts of caffeine,
toddler chucking blocks,
and fucking vengeance.
😑😐😑
i’m in my little
corner of hell 💀🔥—
otherwise known as
post-midterm
property law content—
scribbling about
zoning variances
and the difference
between appurtenant and
affirmative easements—
(lol ok wtf)
like my life
fucking depends on it.
which… it does.
thanks,
law school tuition
on straight
federal loans
after my husband
defrauded me.
lol
😑😐😑
every now and then
i pause mid-outline
and remember
oh yeah—
half my mental bandwidth
is still devoted to
keeping an entire
fucking corporation
and my dangerous ex’s
venmo-office side chick
from gaslighting me
into a fucking
cold-case oblivion.
like:
“hello,
yes,
i’m memorizing
the difference between
an affirmative easement
and a covenant
running with the fucking land”
👩🏻🎓💫
and also
“by the way
fuck you
for trying to derail me
while i’m already
a broke single mom
who can’t even afford
a fucking babysitter
but can somehow diagram
a future interest chain
like it’s my secret fucking
love language.”
do you understand
the raw will to survive
🤰🥊🏆
it takes to
recite “fee simple determinable”
in one breath
and “see you in court, losers”
in the next?
fuck,
i really hope—
i don’t fucking fail. 💫
my brain is fried to shit.
🧠🤯😵💫😖
but every time i hit
a tricky hypo
i’ll imagine the question is:
"how do we get plaintiff
maximum damages
and also her bar license?"
and suddenly
💡 i can remember every single policy argument we ever covered. 💫
🎤
so yeah—
if you ever
wonder what’s
fueling this academic grind
it’s equal parts
ambition,
spite,
and the burning
fucking need
to prove that
you can’t keep
a bad bitch
down.
✨🖕🏻✨
i’ll be
straightening
my fucking crown 👑
