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[nakitamanomiko]

I hate feeling like I've accomplished fucking /nothing/.

I hate when things get stopped midway through.

I hate that there're only 24 hours in a day.

I hate my fucking ovaries.

Good night.

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[curseangel]

Hey, it's okay. ♥ we'll work it out, promise. And accomplish something, if it kills me I fall off the stage mid-performance and thus know I'll win nothing and leave early I lose my voice I decide sleep is for the weak I decide four hours on a bus should be just fine I "forget" all about my exam next Wednesday I never talk on the phone again I pretend my Astronomy lab doesn't exist ...well, we will. Promise. ♥

...still the weirdest freaking thing that your LJ says you posted that at 8:27am. IT IS ONLY FOUR NOW. IT CANNOT BE EIGHT. Did you move to California and not tell me? ;-; I'll be over here pouting YOU MOVED TO ENGLAND WITHOUT ME HOW DARE YOU. Wait, is England ahead five hours or behind? Um, fuck. DID YOU MOVE TO INDONESIA WITHOUT ME?

[nakitamanomiko]

Mmm. I know.. I'm blaming the monthly bitch for my feelings of.. futility or what the hell ever now, I think..

If I did, the whole city did without telling me- And I'd better get started on getting to New York, or I'm going to be late-

[curseangel]

Happens sometimes, the stupid thing. *hug* 'S also cos, well, I haven't been able to do much thanks to my stupid, dumbass classes that don't seem to remember that we had a week off and want to dive right back in like we never stopped xX; hopefully that should die down soon... my Deviance exam isn't 'til Wednesday, and that's the only Really Big Deal next week...

Well, that was rather inconsiderate of it! You'll have to take a plane-!