I hate feeling like the awkward, idiotic carrot of a person I used to be.
Did I ever change? Or did I just stop talking?
Can I change? Because if changing means that this sense of being utterly contemptible goes away, I might.
Whine, whine, whine. But it's finals. Things always fall apart when you've got six papers to write and not a minute to spare.
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