Things are just not right. I'm not a stuffed animal, and neither are you. Any of you.
The phone has become an organ of mine. Fuck it. I can't take my eyes off it and try to feel it whenever am awake. oh well, things just don't work that way. In fact it works in the opposite direction. The more you give a fuck, the more you get fucked up.
I am Okay, I am just a little bit screwed up.
I got a mid-term paper in ten days. No matter it's Time Flies or else, I am glad. Too glad that i start doubting if I am still normal.
Projects are slamming my face. I gotta do well. Stop creeping.
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