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Ongoing, First published Oct 29, 2020
Studying is an abbreviation for student dying. 
Come on let's discuss why, we all want to get those grades and how the universe is creating problems for us to solve.

Procrastination and more so I feel that I've ranted enough but I'll also be stepping outside my shoes to overcome everything as it comes.

Now that I'm writing something like a diary I hope a few people will read, I'll try to be a better version of myself. If not, we'll just be lazy together.

Never thought I'll write something(I'm just a romance loving reader) especially like this but my lack of human interaction with people I like is next to non existent so if I may share my troubles and misery with someone, I choose you. I'll be quite honest, I'm still a dumb person so I don't expect to write like anne franks diary but atleast I'll rant my heart out.

let's conquer it loves! let's work out for goals!
hoping peace of mind for you
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