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Bruh, its werid to think I'll be an adult in like 2 years. My sophomore year has officially ended and I literally can't process it. With the shit I write I still feel like that 12 year old who writes smutty books about monsters and fictional characters. I mean I do for fun of course but like still, it irks me. With corona and my high school almost coming to an end, shit hitting deep and I feel like these days I've been a wacked. Aight ima head to bed, thought I'd rant before I went to sleep