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countdown to graduation. my life is going to come to a complete stop, i can feel it coming.
still jobless
still penniless
still hopeless
i hate the hot. every time i step outside i feel like i've been infected. sweat and humidity can blow.
around this time of the year i start feeling nostalgic. i miss the way things were. i miss the way i was.
fuck it. who cares right?
oh well. off to run errands and to come home to no one just so that i can sit and do nothing by myself.
still jobless
still penniless
still hopeless
i hate the hot. every time i step outside i feel like i've been infected. sweat and humidity can blow.
around this time of the year i start feeling nostalgic. i miss the way things were. i miss the way i was.
fuck it. who cares right?
oh well. off to run errands and to come home to no one just so that i can sit and do nothing by myself.