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Friday, May 6, 2011, 9:09 AM

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As a level exams are approaching in ten days, i feel like a dead pile of poop. The brainless allocation of study leave dates has exacerbated the stress level in my head. Yet, i still have time to surf the internet and collect images on tumblr accompanied with mindless chitchattery on skype.

Im really scared. Whatever life goes on.
My pre exam syndromes are getting out of hand. I still don't feel like studying even though i have failed every subject's mock exam. This feels so surreal.
Feels like i dont give a flying fuck but i ought to but i don't want to.

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My teachers have finished writing my letter of recommendations and they'll kill me if i don't attend summer in new york. I want to kick myself. Columbia University for 3 weeks yay or nay. Eye spy chuck bass. Let's hope they accept my application. 

Blah blah blah bye
keep calm and SHOP