its been such a long day. i dont wanna bother about anything anymore not punctuation not trainings and end of year camps not common tests or woman in black nor the uncleared tang yuan bowl in front of me
everythings crashing down what a laugh actually nothing is crashing down i just perceive them to be so/ why do things blow out of proportion why do over affected people ask to speak to me in funny places in the school and in warped places online?
despite all that ramble there may or may NOT be wib tomorrow depending on bernice s friend s class. garamond is a good font im seriously going into random sputters now
did she ask you to treat her like a stranger? is she still angry? nonoNO. cant everything be normal again as long as you behave like it is?
overreaction is a figment of extrapolated imagination.
scratching at gnarled splinters of wood. blood drops flow into the rose petals, making them blush red.
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