One of my groupmates already seems aggravated. I'm still at home, trying to finish the Art Stud paper whilst having Photoshop-crammed another plate. It's times like this I should be thankful for my hobby, at the same time I hate it feeling like a long-time escape from reality has become part of the job.
I might not even catch up with my Art Stud professor; she might leave by the time I get to school. I wouldn't want my unpleasant stress to turn in vain.
God, what's wrong with me? All I talk about is school, schoolwork, myself. Are the days gone when I shared stories of endless wonder? No time for that.
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