Ugh. I have been reading and writing for school for the past four hours now. My brain feels dead, almost as numb as my hands. It is cold out, but still I insist on sitting outside so that I may read and chain-smoke in peace. Smoking will have to end soon. It’s so gross.
Hmm. Where am I? Less than a month left in school. I cannot wait for it to end. This year has been so trying and long. I cannot wait to have the finality of the end of the year. A marked beginning. Does that ever really change anything? No, but the event is enough to inspire some sort of hope.
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