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fuck. does anyone know the feeling where all you want to do is call up an old friend and go meet them somewhere and talk about shit that was once heavy but has become slightly humorous with time? but then you fucking remember that you are a fucking slave to some fucking expectations (that you created your fucking self) and you're going to spend the rest of the fucking night, while everyone else is fucking sleeping, fucking studying for 5 fucking biology chapters the teacher never fucking taught. and you're saying fuck it about your econ test because your fucking slaving is required elsewhere. i fucking miss you, old friend, when can we chill.....?