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before i started this essay my nails were significantly longer
writings essays makes me very very tense and anxious and so i masturbate a lot during the writing process. i wonder if there will ever be an instance in which this will work in my favour. imagine trying to write a sentence right after every time you orgasmed. i should try that for a day. maybe i will start with an hour, though. when i'm done writing my essays, of course.
i'm almost done. i am editing this french thing and its killing me i'm just very tired of not being a good french writer. just as i was writing french just now, i wrote FRIEND. i am just very tired of not being a good friend. i love you, you, you, you friend freuid freud z-an.
i planned on making and freezing chicken burgers but didn't. why didn't i unplug my internet? i think i have an addiction.
i think i am starting to get over zoe a little bit and so maybe that is why our conversations keep turning into very snide and antagonistic things. i feel like i made some bad decisions after the fact of him moving away. i also think i succesfully convinced myself that i did not want to live in B.C. how realistic of me. my downstairs neighbour is obsessed with saying things are surreal and that she likes being in surreal situations. but like, what's real anyway guys?
i think i can be less staunch about the way i express my affinity for feminism. you know, a little less oppressive about it. ha ha ha ha ha ha.
i am so tired. should smoking cigarettes make me tired?
writings essays makes me very very tense and anxious and so i masturbate a lot during the writing process. i wonder if there will ever be an instance in which this will work in my favour. imagine trying to write a sentence right after every time you orgasmed. i should try that for a day. maybe i will start with an hour, though. when i'm done writing my essays, of course.
i'm almost done. i am editing this french thing and its killing me i'm just very tired of not being a good french writer. just as i was writing french just now, i wrote FRIEND. i am just very tired of not being a good friend. i love you, you, you, you friend freuid freud z-an.
i planned on making and freezing chicken burgers but didn't. why didn't i unplug my internet? i think i have an addiction.
i think i am starting to get over zoe a little bit and so maybe that is why our conversations keep turning into very snide and antagonistic things. i feel like i made some bad decisions after the fact of him moving away. i also think i succesfully convinced myself that i did not want to live in B.C. how realistic of me. my downstairs neighbour is obsessed with saying things are surreal and that she likes being in surreal situations. but like, what's real anyway guys?
i think i can be less staunch about the way i express my affinity for feminism. you know, a little less oppressive about it. ha ha ha ha ha ha.
i am so tired. should smoking cigarettes make me tired?