#36: I'm totes letting go of you.

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I'm ranting about school again, well duh, I rant at times when I'm so annoyed or exaggerating. So stop thinking I'm out of creativity, because today, like right freaking now I'm going to rant about a shitty exam, with all the bullshits I learnt in a week in three bullshit bond papers in a bullshitting day.

That's not all, I'm ranting about so many relationship complications that has nothing to do with me, but affected me into an extent because I believe my over-awesomeness can't deny the fact, that I'm indeed kind and shit, that I should help my friends.

Whoops, I think I got that wrong, let me start over again.

Over the past few days, my friends' relationships were parting and breaking and sinking like the Titanic and I swear, I'm getting aware of my own relationship now. Like, seriously. I'm getting paranoid then one day, he said . .

"We will let go of each other someday and find a better one."

That just hurts badly durr. Do you see how my wound's sore? The feels! I'll totes let go of your hand when you slip in Mt. Everest when we have a field trip, maybe you'll find a bootiful goddess underneath the snow and think she's better than me . .

Oh please, the sweg can't be just replaced. B|

Anyway, sometimes I wonder why projects are necessary because I thought we're supposed to learn bullcraps. Is it to make ourselves productive? Is it an anti-lazyass campaign? Does it help Mother Nature?

It does?

Oh.

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