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oh, god, my teachers are emailing me, asking about work i never handed in. leave me alone, i don't want any of these emails. i'm not replying, i'm not making any effort. fail me. it's hard for me to say "i love you" to one, it's hard to stop myself from saying those same words to another one. brain damage.
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we should party it up after you come back from ny and before i leave for cuba. and by "party it up" i definitely mean we should check out cute boys while drinking coffee and bashing others. well, aren't we wild?