What in the seven eternally bleeding hells is wrong with me?
What happened to the fun, energetic, perpetually happy Drew?
What happened to the guy with short spiky red hair and piercings who used to have no trouble at all getting hotties to fawn over him? What happened to wanting hotties to fawn over me? And my sex drive? And my friends
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The sun'll come out...tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar that...tomorrow
There'll be sun!
*ducks*
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This semester is far from stressful, and I don't usually show any manifestations of stress anyway, when rarely I notice it affect me.
This is a soul-ar catastrophe.
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