Is how I feel. I have written so many compositions on shitty days like this. Unfortunately, I grabbed the wrong notebook when packing my bags to move to college and the aforementioned poetry and blurbs are exactly where I left them, rotting into the carpet under my bed like they've been rotting on my conscious.
When I can actually write, I will. For the time being, I don't have any hint of creativity. I hate today so fucking much right now.
But go Gators.
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