ONEHUNDREDANDTWENTYSIX.
clearly studying for my accounting final. enough said.
this would be satuday, when i still had hope...aka still in the comforts of my room. sunday/monday morning (since they ran together and lacked the conclusion of day that is sleep) did not even show a little bit of positivity...aka i moved into BIF.
no pictures were taken, because the shit was ugly. don't pardon my language. i meant it.
b.
[trouble man; marvin gaye]
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