At school... counting down the minutes until my demise at quiz time for theatre class. Ten questions... fill in the blank, and over about 7 chapters. Sheesh. Well this is my current stress release
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I feel like sometimes you can take everything im feeling and twist it into in alot more words, better vocabulary, and refine it. I especially know how u feel about memorys, its hard to not dwell in them when the future dosn't seem like it can possibly be better than our good old days. And those damn toilets that at least have eachother, hate them.
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