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tomorrow i am fucked.
i fuck up big time for my turkish final.
meh, i feel... very... lucid.
can i function?
will i make it tomorrow in tact? probably not?
damnit... DAMNIT!
time. time is all i really care for, yet it's the one thing i waste more than ever.
in situations like this, i can't cease to distract myself.
i like bad music. really bad music. it makes me nostalgic for things i never experienced. it also gets me through the night.
life becomes rather lifeless when you have seen all of Tarkovsky films. but there is still time to rewatch them, and then rewatch them again. which when dealing with Tarkovsky, may be even more thrilling.
i wish i didn't have to write this crap in spanish... it would make it actually POSSIBLE.
i fuck up big time for my turkish final.
meh, i feel... very... lucid.
can i function?
will i make it tomorrow in tact? probably not?
damnit... DAMNIT!
time. time is all i really care for, yet it's the one thing i waste more than ever.
in situations like this, i can't cease to distract myself.
i like bad music. really bad music. it makes me nostalgic for things i never experienced. it also gets me through the night.
life becomes rather lifeless when you have seen all of Tarkovsky films. but there is still time to rewatch them, and then rewatch them again. which when dealing with Tarkovsky, may be even more thrilling.
i wish i didn't have to write this crap in spanish... it would make it actually POSSIBLE.