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fucked.
I want to b/p. I want to smoke and smoke and smoke cloves. I am feeling so restrained by life, so cut off from everything I actually want to do. I know it's just a couple of days until I'm done with the semester, but there's so much left to do...
I am not turning papers in on time, and it's really bothering me. Why does it suddenly seem horrendously difficult to write coherent papers? It's terrifying. And it's cutting into my time for studying for my 2 finals later this week, and on catching up with friends that I'm not going to see for a very long time (like J., who's spending a year in Scotland starting in June). Oh, and I still have a much higher sex drive than my bf S., who isn't willing to compromise as much because he's worried about his own papers, so now I'm both sexually frustrated and feeling gross for making him feel somehow exploited.
Fucking goddamn hell. I just need some fucking RELEASE from all of it...
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