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I hate spending Friday nights with nothing to do.
Why can't things be as clear as they were in 7th grade?
Why have I been living in filth this week?
Why can't I say the words I already know to say?
Why am I up at 4am?
Why can't I accept that tomorrow will be better?
Why don't I answer questions instead of asking them?
I'll get back to you on that.
Oh, hey internet.
Why can't things be as clear as they were in 7th grade?
Why have I been living in filth this week?
Why can't I say the words I already know to say?
Why am I up at 4am?
Why can't I accept that tomorrow will be better?
Why don't I answer questions instead of asking them?
I'll get back to you on that.
Oh, hey internet.