This whole school thing is getting old, even though it still feels like the beginning. And days and days are melding together. So yesterday, tomorrow, last week, next month all might've been the third day of school, the first day that's painfully non-distinct. That's painfully every day. And every day is today and I'm bored reading Grendel or Beowulf or Waiting for Godot, I don't even know anymore, whether or not this is September or June...
Except for not knowing where I'll be in a year.
By the time you get to Waiting For Godot, trust me, you probably won't be reading it. haha.
Jess? Is that the real you, Jess?!
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