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I guess if I keep spending all my time writing instead of doing my work, I should join my school news paper or something. At least get some extra credit for being a professional idiot

I think there's something wrong with me, and I don't know what it is

I feel like a shaken can of soda, about to erupt with fizz

So I just keep myself busy, hoping that will do the trick

And then I retreat into my spiral mind, until the spinning makes me sick

Everything increases the pressure. Now I'm about to flip my lid

Yet there's no where to relax when the thoughts bubble back to everything I did

Did I turn in my assignment? Yes.

Is only one of five parts completed? ...Also yes.

At the start of class earlier, my professor gave a whole ass monologue about the assignment I didn't do and how we need to do our work. I was so sure this was about me, because of course everything is about me, but, apparently in a class of 20+ students, only one did that darn analysis

“So often, a visit to a bookshop has cheered me, and reminded me that there are good things in the world.”

― Vincent van Gogh

I wanna go back to bed :/

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