Day Eight

i hate being forced to eat oranges, espescially when i am not in the best of moods. they are bright and sunny, and it just makes me jealous looking at how happy they seem. their vibrancy just irks the shit out of me, and i hate exactly that. sometimes, i wish i was an orange.

today is so-so. i had a discussion with joscelin, and we decided to s b a t u i w w r t t s. and i think it has come to a conclusion after that day, so well, it finally stops here.

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