Me, when taking notes in class: who cares if it’s written badly… or I have no real paper or pen… or I’m writing with a stick and my blood on an autumn leaf, I’m sleepy, future-me will be patient and deal with this…
Me, when studying the day before the exam, squinting my eyes as I not-so-patiently try to decipher my writing and make sense of my notes: what a bastard… what a fucking bastard I’m going to kill… I fcking HATE when she does THIS SHE DESERVES TO GO TO HELL