this week was a short week. there was a jewwish holiday which naturally just means - no school.
this week i didn't overthink everything as much as i usually do. this week i got shafted thrice by two guys who i don't like. ironic huh? this week i tired myself out for no reason what-so-ever. this week i lied. lied to myself. lied about how i really feel. this week, i wanted to change but i couldn't. its really not so easy. not as easy as it may seem.
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