too.
much.
STRESS.
i swear,
this project is eventually
going to kill me.
too much reading,
too much writing,
and it's due in a week.
we still have
half the project to do,
and yet we keep
messing about.
from movies,
to video games,
to amusement parks,
we've barely gotten any work done.
that doesn't mean
we'll work on it today,
though.
of course not,
not when we have
each other distracting us.
nov. 2
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𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐒
Poetry• 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐬 • 𝒐𝒓 𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐲(𝐢𝐬𝐡) 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝗼𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝗼𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠...
