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kittydesadeThere are no words for this.
Or this.
But there are certainly no words for this.
And there are no words for that creepy-ass dream I had earlier today in which I went back to my old college, but completely forgot my bed, my books, my stuff, my registration, my student ID, to register, to in fact tell anyone I was there including the faculty and staff, with the end result that I was sitting in my room on the top bunk of a bunk bed (I was in a double for some reason) with two suitcases and a dire need to call my mother and tell her that something was dreadfully wrong.
Nope. No words at all.
Or this.
But there are certainly no words for this.
And there are no words for that creepy-ass dream I had earlier today in which I went back to my old college, but completely forgot my bed, my books, my stuff, my registration, my student ID, to register, to in fact tell anyone I was there including the faculty and staff, with the end result that I was sitting in my room on the top bunk of a bunk bed (I was in a double for some reason) with two suitcases and a dire need to call my mother and tell her that something was dreadfully wrong.
Nope. No words at all.
