Tuesday, April 13, 2004
more useless prose-poetry about being awake at ridiculous hours of the early morning even when someone's father is not playing rpgs
oh my god.
it's almost 5am.
why am i still awake?
i want to be done.
done with school.
right right right now.
i think i might have glued my eyelids in the open position.
¶ 4:34 AM
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oh my god.
it's almost 5am.
why am i still awake?
i want to be done.
done with school.
right right right now.
i think i might have glued my eyelids in the open position.
¶ 4:34 AM
|
