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I’m gonna shit myself and die and you can tell everyone that tonight, my last night alive, was the greatest night of my life

There is nothing I can say that could conceivably describe the jealousy I feel, the rage consuming me upon the realization that plenty of people tonight had the chance to meet perhaps the most insightful genius of our time.

I can only wish this opportunity presents itself to me one day.

i’ve been able to bullshit my way out of some of these analyses i’m writing

but i’ve just become very self-aware of the bullshit that i’m writing about things i haven’t read. it’s a little embarassing, honestly.

like, it’s not even well-written bullshit anymore, that’s the biggest problem.

i feel really uncomfortable right now

i just died in my dream and i had fully accepted it. like, a guy, pointed a gun straight at my chest, and shot me. and i had accepted that it was all over. i could hear gasps around me, i could feel my body shuddering and gasping for air.

i almost feel like a survivor, but all i did was wake up.

i mean that’s what fucking happens if you delay your deadlines infinitely by being “temporarily out” and no one really gives a shit about your course

could i just tell her i was “temporarily out” because i’m not even sure if i would be lying???

hm

shit

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