You know what I don't understand? That crusty stuff that gathers at the corner of your eye while you sleep. I think the Sandman is plotting something while we dream, but we always wake up and foil it
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I hate that my will to thrive turns on my rage when it is not fed enough. As in, I try very hard to learn and know and when I am don't know something easily or can't figure things out very quickly, it angers me.