December 2011
24 posts
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help me
I am utterly incapable of writing a single word on this essay that is due in approximately eight hours.
My second all-nighter in a row. What is this thing next to me called a bed and what is its purpose. Please enlighten me.
alyssamadethis asked: Come home. Moira and I are here and there is music and complaining.
I’m in such a listen-to-sad-Coldplay-watch-tragic-romantic-movies-eat-pints-of-ice-cream-wallow-in-bed-in-self-misery-and-cry-myself-to-sleep kind of mood right now.
