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everytime i start to write, i get a freakin' mental block.

freestyle.

im writing this topless. it's so hot. pawis to death. i hate it.

i have laundry backlogs, it's haunting me in my sleep. i havent washed three baskets full of dirty clothes... that's like eeew.

so lazy these days.

i am so tired. so tired. so tired of life.