I've been chewing my nails tonight.
I know, gross right?
For some reason I just can't seem to stop.
I'm just a blop.
I don't usually do this.
It's not like I'm in bliss.
I'm in the opposite of the latter.
I just don't know what is the matter.
Idly chewing.
It's something I should stop doing.
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Hey I actually rhymed this time. That's good. But yeah I need to stop. Idk why I'm kinda nervous. So that's what's making me do that. Not writing as late tonight. It's 10:12. Might even write more later. Idk. Cya!
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Introspection
Poetrynoun in.tro.spec.tion \ˌin-trə-ˈspek-shən\ : the process of examining your own thoughts or feelings I'm just gonna dump thoughts here. Probably sad. Maybe not.
