Not taking this lark seriously enough, taking the library even less seriously though to be fair. Im tired, my feet are wet and the days dont end, just start again. I put a sticky label with the word death written on it for a revision aid, I guess its apt I basically study death under the guise of the past.
Im so bored of this, of you of her of everything, im no longer feeling sorry for myself Im just pretty livid. The coffee was good, I like the bitterness, hasnt woken me up yet, immune to caffiene apparently- thats mothers fault easily.
Securitising is apparently a speech act, you say it and you make it so, I wish this was a speech act, I wish I had that much control.
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