Such Sweet Nothing
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Mood:
exhausted (yes, I've graduated from tired)
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(But the words were so unkind
About a man I can't rmember)
I am so worn out. I'm tired... past the point of panicking. Just plunging away.
Weekend wasn't a weekend. Mid sem break wasn't a break. Nights are not nights.
I hate feeling like I'm not coping, like I'm inadequate. I hate it.
Tmr, I will... probably get my French test back.
So, expect a blog post with vulgarities.
I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S ONLY HALF OVER.
About a man I can't rmember)
I am so worn out. I'm tired... past the point of panicking. Just plunging away.
Weekend wasn't a weekend. Mid sem break wasn't a break. Nights are not nights.
I hate feeling like I'm not coping, like I'm inadequate. I hate it.
Tmr, I will... probably get my French test back.
So, expect a blog post with vulgarities.
I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S ONLY HALF OVER.
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