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What the fuck happened to summer? It may not be completely over yet, but I can tell the school year has begun from that all too familiar feeling of being unable to breathe properly or focus on one thing for any considerable length of time, other than the shadows on my ceiling that is, which I have recently spent hours on end studying as my brain refuses to let me sleep. I keep meaning to put all my books, which ive had to keep in boxes in the closet, onto my new shelves but whenever I start a million other things I have to do before school starts pop into my head. And instead of doing any of them I instead sit here, writing a bunch of melodramatic run-on sentences.
i really do not want to go back.
at all.
why cant i shut up?
bah.
i really do not want to go back.
at all.
why cant i shut up?
bah.