It has happened again. Yet, yet, yet again.

Of all the things I've witnessed through others' recounts, I think I'm confident enough to say that I'm not wrong for thinking this way.

...Yet it seems as though I'm the only one who constantly habours such thoughts. This is a really bad sign.

Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out Cut it out!


I want to stop. But there must be a reason for feeling like this. Why the hell.








Prioritise.

That's it.I'm gonna shut those thoughts out and go back to my books.