Here I am, sitting at school, on a bench, this same goddamn bench.
I'm so tired I could pass out.
I'm like, mumbling and slurring my words.
That's a problem.
Nick is over here shaking up a disgusting protein beverage.
Grosssss.
I love conference period. It means nothing. It is great. I want to sleep right now. I am basically incoherent.
Nick: I wouldn't read your blog because I don't read blogs. I'm sure your life is very interesting though, clara.
Me: *sounding exhausted and therefore like an idiot* YEAHHHHH
Clara
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