I would rather stick a needle in my eye than write this damn yeats essay. things are not going well. procrastinating again. frak. I am so screwed.
I am crying on the inside.
I just wanna curl up in a ball and hide in a hole and never emerge.
WHY IS THIS SO PAINFUL
EDIT: I was just thinking that this time last year was completely different. Last year I was looking forward to my vacation in asia!
oh. I miss Singapore.
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