The Patron Saint of Slacker
I just completed a paper ten minutes before it's due. I will never, ever learn.
Procrastinating youths are the most apparent byproduct of our force fed opinions and diluded emotions. Ritalin rants and adderol acquiesence. But it's too pessimistic for me to accept, and it's almost completely untrue. Wonderful places and wonderful friends, and everything seems more magical at midnight. But drug induced dilemmas plague our generation, and yet, that's okay. It's all okay.
Everything I write seems sarcastic now, even if it's not.
I'm off. I love you all.
I don't even know what I write anymore, but I mean it.
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Procrastinating youths are the most apparent byproduct of our force fed opinions and diluded emotions. Ritalin rants and adderol acquiesence. But it's too pessimistic for me to accept, and it's almost completely untrue. Wonderful places and wonderful friends, and everything seems more magical at midnight. But drug induced dilemmas plague our generation, and yet, that's okay. It's all okay.
Everything I write seems sarcastic now, even if it's not.
I'm off. I love you all.
I don't even know what I write anymore, but I mean it.
**end transmission