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just. blank. and drained. I can't believe I cut it down from 5000-something to 4296. My heart is bleeding, my brain is flowing out of my ears, I hate my paper, it's a piece of shit, I want to sleep. I can't believe I'll have to do my Emergencies short essay at 10 later on, then go for Emergenices at 12, then attempt to prepare for Evidence tutorial, then go for Evidence tutorial at 6.30. I hate Mondays even more now.
before sunrise // before sunset
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