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im so close. i can feel it.
but theres still so much bullshit in between.

so after many attempts, i finally write an essay for eugene lang that i am satisfied with and...my stupid computer deletes it.
wtf.
why does the world hate me?

i cant tell you how nice it is not to have finals.
its less nice to be sick.
and its even less night that in the process of the 6 hour power outage last night our internet router broke. wtf.

im so ready to leave.

WORD.

i miss being around people that i know, without a doubt, love me.
i miss being around people that i love.

maybe i am spoiled.
but i know it is possible and nothing else will suffice.

in 10 minutes i will start my essay.

i swear.

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