I ache for something and I do not know what it is. I find myself on the verge of tears again. My life mirrors the method of my work and the apathy I feel for it all: it's all a bunch of bullshit I spit out at the last minute. My LIFE is a bunch of bullshit that I spit out at the last minute. I'm not smart; I learned how to fake it. I'm not a
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best of luck on finals
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