You bastard bastard exams.
Click three times for home.
These weather forecasts always get it wrong...
God I hope they're wrong.
Right. Maybe I will stop being unduly influenced by music. But I doubt it severely.
I am really hungry. And I feel like I've gone completely off my rocker. Oh well. Rockers cramp my style anyway.
I still hate exam term.
I still hate my limited capacity.
I still hate the fact of failure.
I feel very wreck-like. As if, I am on the edge of an underwater precipice and might just rust my way off of it... And sink down, completely unable to do anything about it.
So I may as well enjoy the downwards drift, yes?
Yes. Let's go with that.
Oh God....
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