my inside is outside, my right side's on the left side

every examination period throws me into an existential crisis.

it's not about the stress, or the amount of readings i have to force my mind to ingest, but the emptiness after the consumption of an excessive amount of information.

i just can't wait to go to bed everyday.
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and let me leave you with a song that would cradle you to sleep.



jason mraz's a beautiful mess.