Don't you say hi.

Want to sleep through the next two months

and wake up for Christmas.

I'm getting a bit tense thinking about

doing my college apps, doing school

and working.
All three things are just... a shit load of writing.

And I've gotten so good at living this way too.

You be my detonator.

My knee is going numb.
I hope I won't bleed all over the sheets tonight.
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Need to write 15+ essays for college apps,

and my return to school is nearing.
I'm in a bunch of writing modules AND I'm

still going to be freelancing on the side.
What what what are you doing?
Look at your life, look at your choices.

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You can't hurt me.

The life and times of Tiny Tractor, Aged 19.

Moop has pneumonia!!!

I brought him and Schmoop to the vet because

Moopsy wasn't eating or swimming and kept

taking huge gasps of air, sneezing and wheezing.
Schmoop threw up a couple of times ):

It cost $68 for both babies,

I've got to give Moop 2 jabs daily

this week, and it really is quite difficult.

Have been mutilating fresh fish for them to eat.
They WILL live.

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Can I be the only hope for you?

Because you're the only hope for me.

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This fight is with myself.
Need your help though.

▲▲▲HAHA don't judge my blog by this▲▲▲

The Tractor is 19!

Mark Pichay approves.