That's why I hate MC. Seriously serious kind of hatred. I feel like dying. Literally, dying. The unreasonable tiredness and fatigue. And so much sleepy like hell. So I kept sleeping over, and didn't get any single little thing done, yet there are so many things to be done. I hate it hate it hate it. Eewww. Let these few torturing days pass quickly. Awww.
Don't blame me for any emotional thingy or attitudes. It's, you know, hormonal stuff.
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