I hate being unwell.
All I've done is sit around and do litterature projects and play minecraft.
And wish someone on their birthday three hours twenty minites early.
Try to talk to someone who generally can cheer me up, but find her in an apparent bad mood.
Try to figure out what Emily Dickenson has been saying about death and shit.
Getting depressed at my impending failure at biology.
Write pointless blogposts about not being well.
Fuck you, random chaatwalla.
Well it tasted awesome and I'm not the regretting type.
Meh.
STOP WASTING YOUR TIME I'M JUST A BECHARA IN THE NEED OF YOUR ATTENTION RIGHT NOW.
:3
(tryhard smiley face for you)
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