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Life Fail. Filling it out now. Pedantic plodding nonsense. Fucking irritated. Not just with impending tutorial (for which I am surprisingly not rushing), but with the general fail that life is so capable of being. And of course, when I say 'life', I mean 'my life'. Nothing to look forward to anymore after US Open ends. Yay. Fantastic. If Roger doesn't win, this bad mood will for sure get worse. Feel trapped and lost. Oh fuck.
before sunrise // before sunset
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