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I CAN HEAR OUT OF MY RIGHT EAR AGAIN I LOVE YOU DEBROX

Shoutout to Debrox for real.

My life is kinda like Getting Over It. Work my damn hardest to make progress just for one small mistake to send me plummeting back to the bottom in just a couple seconds.

I know they say to never trust how you feel about your life after 9:00 PM but I just really can't help but think that the universe has it out for me when shit just keeps going wrong all the time.

I have to write my classical rhetoric assignment today but after that, I hope I sleep well because tomorrow is going to be a gauntlet.

One hour to go.

Having a fucked up kneecap sucks and causes a lot of chronic pain but at least it makes for some really good pops.

Only one more full day until what surely won't be extremely disappointing.

Yeah, I'm eating my chocolate chip cookie from Jersey Mike's at 3:08 AM. And what are you going to do about it?

I've been having so much turbo anxiety lately. I definitely need to talk to my psychiatrist about it on Wednesday.

"I can't believe I, at the age of nearly 24, am paranoid about drinking a soda incorrectly." -me, just now

Only one more week until I'm 24.

I have a psychiatrist appointment in a week and I think I need to ask about being diagnosed with gelotophobia.

I love having turbo social anxiety. I saw that there was a reply to the thread about the Poll Committee Chair election on the Mario Boards and almost instantly puked.

We had something special and I threw it away. Now it's seven and a half years later and I miss you more than I've ever missed you before. I never thought it could be my fault that I'd end up in my situation but it's entirely on me.

Even if you never see this, I hope you're doing well out there.

I abandoned you that week. You expressed your apprehension about it multiple times and I ignored you so I could do something fun for myself for a week.

I don't even know if you would remember me or want to talk to me again but if you somehow see this, I want to give us another chance.

It's 3:00 AM. I can't sleep. I realized I destroyed my own future on August 6, 2018 because I decided to go to summer camp. I can't go back and fix it and now I'm just forever fucked.

If somehow this ever gets to the eyes of Punio, Lime, or whatever he goes by now... I'm sorry.

Okay, UPS, it's no longer February 23, you can update your delivery estimate now.

My dream as a novelist is to get a seven-hour positive review from KrimsonRogue.

New headcanon is that my school is afraid of Too Blind to See It by Kym Sims.

I will not elaborate.

69 will always be the superior funny number and you know it.

I drank my soda too intensely and it splashed everywhere, including all over my monitor, because I stupidly decided the bubbles would be able to go into my mouth but then hesitated and made a nice soda jet.

(me, watching a lost media video) "Hey, that guy is a pretty well known TF fetishist."

Why is the 5:30 bus so popular? Does our Indian population all also have night classes? Do they work late?

In my first week of writing this novel, I've written 20,117 words (minus a few for the chapter headings) and I'm on page 88. Insane.

It just wouldn't be the writing process if I didn't spend 15 minutes being distracted reading about phobias because I wanted to make sure I was right on my definition of trypophobia.

Caffeine really gets me feeling like Mario before you enter 1-1 in Super Mario 3D Land.

Page 69 👏👏👏

Shoutout to that one guy who liked one of my posts once because I mentioned Vivian so I looked at his profile and found that he's absolutely obsessed. I hop you're doing well and I also hope you know I'm canonizing that personality trait by applying it to a character in my novel.

Thank you autofill for giving me the idea of a knee surgery because I can use that to slow the burn even further.