What is wrong with me?

Monday, July 6

social psych social psych social psych...
There was this box right in the middle of nowhere and it is filled with a bunch of grey shreds of paper filled with thousands of scribbles...and then everything became so hazy as the wind blew up all the sand from the ground that supported the box - which I'm not even sure if it was pressed or pulled by gravity.
All this studying is making me go nuts. I'll be back once I get myself together. :-S


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