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"From Horatio Alger to the Happy Hooker"... errrrrrrrr. What? I hate this essay. Hate it so much I'd like to kill it. Or kill myself. Whatever. My brain hurts, my eyes burn and my ass is numb. Close to 20 pages of bullshit in less than a day, and I'm starting to reconsider why I bother breathing. Fuuuuck.
This is me trying to procrastinate but being so burnt out/stupid that I can't even write a brainless journal entry.
I'm drinking Jasmine Tea and it's the highlight of my day thus far. It tastes pretty good... Am I seriously writing about how wonderful my tea tastes? I can't. I can't. I can't.
I bought new clothes. Right, but what else is new? I bought new shoes. Right, that isn't new either.
I need a big glorious cup of coffee. That, and a 12 hour sleep. Once I submit this shit I swear I'll sleep for a day straight.
I'm going to be abandoning this journal soon. Not yet, but soon. I want to take a lot of you with me to my new name, I also want to leave a lot of you here.
Does anyone read me anymore?
This is me trying to procrastinate but being so burnt out/stupid that I can't even write a brainless journal entry.
I'm drinking Jasmine Tea and it's the highlight of my day thus far. It tastes pretty good... Am I seriously writing about how wonderful my tea tastes? I can't. I can't. I can't.
I bought new clothes. Right, but what else is new? I bought new shoes. Right, that isn't new either.
I need a big glorious cup of coffee. That, and a 12 hour sleep. Once I submit this shit I swear I'll sleep for a day straight.
I'm going to be abandoning this journal soon. Not yet, but soon. I want to take a lot of you with me to my new name, I also want to leave a lot of you here.
Does anyone read me anymore?