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Vulpix.
21 years young.
a blog of memories and things to remember.

6.2.08
2008

4 days into school and I already have this opinion of the whole situation:
Year 12 is a monster; eating my soul and my heart with unbelievably cruel slowness. I don't think I've felt this tired or unmotivated since year 10. The days go as slow as they possibly can, consuming as much of my energy as possible before finally school releases me from its clutches. And then the afternoons/nights last for about 4 seconds, leaving me with no time for anything except thinking even more about school when I need nothing more than to escape from the dreaded place. It's really unspectacular.



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