Speechless: 55 Days
Nothing to write. Nothing to share.
My mind is in chaos. Someone call for order.
Ok, lets cut through the shit and go straight to the point. I have nothing to say or write or share. I don't even know why I'm writing. Maybe I should stop? I think that's what I'm going to do.
Oh, before I go, just like to say I had a shit day and I'm trying to revise for the soon-coming Maths GCSE exams. Don't wish me luck because I don't believe in all that rubbish. You make your own luck.
My mind is in chaos. Someone call for order.
Ok, lets cut through the shit and go straight to the point. I have nothing to say or write or share. I don't even know why I'm writing. Maybe I should stop? I think that's what I'm going to do.
Oh, before I go, just like to say I had a shit day and I'm trying to revise for the soon-coming Maths GCSE exams. Don't wish me luck because I don't believe in all that rubbish. You make your own luck.
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10:20 am
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