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i started getting on a real nice sleep schedule but now that it's cramming season i'm up studying and writing until late.
i did a lot of painting in kindergarten. my teacher was a really sweet old lady who let me go off alone most of the time. she died when i was in first grade, and i went home and cried for a good two hours.
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fuck i'm frustrated, freaking out something fierce, would you help me? i'm hungry and i stuffer and i startle, i struggle and i stammer til i'm up to my ears in miserable quote unquote "art"
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