I can't keep myself organized. I can't get away from this addiction of the internet. I can't stop thinking about him. I can't get away from this stupid drama. I can't keep promises.
I need to run to "my place".
Later, tomorrow I'm crashing at Precious' place and talk and eat some damn waffles and icecream rofl.
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