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i didn't know the quarter ends next week. i need to get my grades higher. the make up work i still need to do is staring at me while i spend time on here.

my goodness. is it weird ? is it ? but it shouldn't matter ? right ? but it does. por que ?! because it does. if i could read anyone's mind... i'd read my own. then just keep walking. looking forward. & ignoring my peripheral. but i cannot, because you see, it's yelling at me, to look, at the wall, so i do. then i walk. PUNCTUATION ERRORS. it's just phase, it'll be over soon.

oogly booglies are always raping my premises.

the one thing that i actually love to do & now i can't even do it. something that i actually strive to get better at, but now, it's too late. that was really corny. my brain keeps rambling on & on about it. i miss you, wrestling. i really do.

i feel cool sometimes, but my body language refuses to tell other people so.

well, i'm bad at keeping my own secrets about that kind of stuff. i need to sleep.