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The memories are slipping away from me because I'm not recording them enough. Too much too fast.
I've got a lot to do from now to next Wednesday, and every weekend of this month is booked. I'm working until midnight tonight in the library (almost done!). The coming weekends are a mixture of parties, parental visits, and various jobs.
Three papers to write between now and next Wednesday. A little bit of writing for French on top of it. My 3-5 jobs tromp onwards.
My heart's being broken at the same time. I knew that all of it was ill-fated from the start.
I want to find the time to sleep for days and be as introspective as I'd like to be right now. But I just can't. Time marches on with or without me and I have too much at stake to slow down.
I've got a lot to do from now to next Wednesday, and every weekend of this month is booked. I'm working until midnight tonight in the library (almost done!). The coming weekends are a mixture of parties, parental visits, and various jobs.
Three papers to write between now and next Wednesday. A little bit of writing for French on top of it. My 3-5 jobs tromp onwards.
My heart's being broken at the same time. I knew that all of it was ill-fated from the start.
I want to find the time to sleep for days and be as introspective as I'd like to be right now. But I just can't. Time marches on with or without me and I have too much at stake to slow down.