




Apparently I need a life. Currently not in journalism class for I'm at home nursing a swollen eye. Society can go fuck itself I'm sick of everything. I'm so fucking late, it will poison my body and I will be grouchy forever. Is my hair turning orange? I don't know how I feel about anything anymore. I want my coffee and I want it now.
How did we get here?
When I used to know you so well
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