Spam, spam. Spam.

I'd like to convince myself that the coughs are completely gone. But when it itches a little, I take one small cough and it shows HOW MUCH PHLEGM IS STILL THERE. Fucking annoying.

I'm sed. I'm tired all day, trying to stay awake but failing again and again. I have no idea what to do. The junk foods are running out again. I'm dead.

I'm thinking about non exam related stuff again. I'm thinking about too too too many things. I'm thinking about the last time talking to wood. How I've screwed moon's feelings. I'm thinking about highschool stuff. Arrogant being arrogant, trying to hurt me but never really success. Loong and ET. Many things.

I wanna open this potato chips. I can't wait any longer.

I wish Monday's paper would be easy. Please, man. The fucking nmr spectrum part. Can you just fuck off and don't come out? Cuz I'd literally throw marks away. Idk how to do. That part. I'm dead... Haiz.

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