i wonder how many times i shot myself in the foot just now; talking too fast, thinking too slow, or not at all, or in reverse. as the minutes tick by i can envision a cartoon figurine of myself digging a big fat hole specially for me to bury myself in.
funny how far we've come, or not. 5 years and still lost. 23 years, and still lost.
is my day of generalised aching, nausea and fatigue from the vaccine, the MSG in the packet of chips i inhaled out of stress, or from the weight of the looming exam (yeah 103 days and counting, fuck)
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