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tempora mutantur et nos mutamur in illis
oh how different life is from this time last year.
thinking about this time next year gives me an ulcer or an anxiety attack, i haven't quite decided yet.
this semester has sucked. something is wrong with me. i'm burned out.
if cynthia gregory sees it in me, someone else will too, right?
oh how different life is from this time last year.
thinking about this time next year gives me an ulcer or an anxiety attack, i haven't quite decided yet.
this semester has sucked. something is wrong with me. i'm burned out.
if cynthia gregory sees it in me, someone else will too, right?