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I pray that something picks me up
First final is in...about four hours. It's Comp, so I'm not at all worried.
I really hate seeing the grades on my Lit papers. Yes, they're B's. But if I had any other teacher, I know most of them would be A's. And that bothers me.
I really need to stop listening to this song. It rubs salt into the cracks in my heart. But, somehow, I don't mind.
Breasts are feeling better. I've bound for a little bit, to run out to sell back books, but I'm unbound now.
Meh.
I really hate seeing the grades on my Lit papers. Yes, they're B's. But if I had any other teacher, I know most of them would be A's. And that bothers me.
I really need to stop listening to this song. It rubs salt into the cracks in my heart. But, somehow, I don't mind.
Breasts are feeling better. I've bound for a little bit, to run out to sell back books, but I'm unbound now.
Meh.