I don't even know what the fuck i'm doing anymore. What am I thinking? who fucking cares. three more weeks of this hell, two more weeks of another hell, then three months of what will hopefully be a break that i can escape from just as easily in december. then i'm back to what, this? for a year and a half before i can even apply for grad school? I need a metamorphisis, i need a steady job, i need to remember HOW MUCH FUCKING HAPPIER I AM ALONE! Anna is right: "I don't wanna go back to my life." That's the problem.
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