it would be like i left it in a closet or outside and now i have to take it to the trash with rubber gloves equipped on my hands
i am taking the summer quarter to um "develop my craft" and to "find a job" but mostly i needed a break from school because that thing won't lay off of you for even a friggin' second i am all trying to breath like it is rolling me up in a shaggy carpet and school is all "no if you can't handle getting your knees broken and being prostrate to the reality of responsibility then maybe you deserve to get counseling with a different sort of school"
"you know, the ones with fishes in 'em"
"in the water"
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woah the