I am embarrassed by the essay I just wrote. It's shoddy and terrible and full of holes. But being a bitter child that I am I don't really care. It pisses me off just to write the dang thing. When had I ever hated writing something for English so much?
Probably once or twice, or three times, if you will. It's sad and disappointing, but it's close to four and I want to sink into slumber and dream and get away from all the silly things.
But I'm not tired. I'd like to read something, draw something, learn something new. But I have to sleep to keep up with the annoying workload, and do some social things I have committed myself to.
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