T for Tragic
Time goes fast. Every minute that you think has passed is one hour. At the end, you would be suprise to see how it's 7, not 3 like you planned.
Things are dull. Nothing to do again. Yet you don't want to do anything.
Time passes and days go by.
In the end, we all know we will regret this in our final stages.
The precious time wasted. Down to the final stages when time is needed the most.
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RandomStruggles. Excuses. Problems. Issues. Random shit. Something we all can relate. Essentially a vent book or a way to put everything in writing Plus thoughts and some theories. (beware cringe and teen stuff until you get to the recent ones) Some part...
