Sleeping with my iPod on shuffle, from five to seven-thirty. And going online from eight to eleven-thirty, looking at nothing.
The answer is not thinking about sci papers, or exams, or failing. The answer is an unending supply of Oreo McFlurry--oh, if only. The answer is listening to one song for three hours. And urges for certain things, like pizza. And sushi. And Lunar Smoothie, which I don't love but would go back to.
The answer is knowing that you are out of place. The answer is accepting it.
The answer is not trying to be anything, nothing at all. The answer is not caring. The answer is making up. The answer is starting. The answer is getting by. The answer is to stop wanting. The answer, the answer, is to take care of yourself.
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Hello.
It is all about being written, but may you find something to interest you, anyway.
Peace and cookies be with you, earthling.
Peace and cookies be with you, earthling.
2 comments:
I like! :)
Thank you, Gly. :>
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