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The end is drawing near. Or the end of the beginning. Or just another transition. Whatever, no more dorm life is really what I care about. That and no more history. Thursday at 11 am I will be a very (sleepy considering the final starts at 8) happy person because I will have just completed my last essay for history (hopefully ever).
Sometimes it's really hard to make situations better. Sometimes too much stress makes you rather quite ill. I hate it when people are apathetic towards me, especially when I'm used to them caring.
I have this terrible feeling that part of my life is going to fall apart in these next 4-5 days.
Sometimes it's really hard to make situations better. Sometimes too much stress makes you rather quite ill. I hate it when people are apathetic towards me, especially when I'm used to them caring.
I have this terrible feeling that part of my life is going to fall apart in these next 4-5 days.