there's so much sec4 stuff on the bedroom floor now that i want to throw away knowing i'll hardly ever touch them again

yet i also wish so bad that i had infinite storage space somewhere so i could chuck them in that somewhere and one day go in to sort them and retain the useful bits (because it's obvious i did NOT utilize all my notes fully. never have. and whenever i'm attempting to clear them i start the terrible mistake of flipping through them-there is not a year in which i've learnt my lesson- i am all too well reminded of all the interesting stuff inside that i would want to know had i the time to read them)

BUT NOW I JUST WANT THEM OUT OF MY SIGHT. uhhhhhh.

and tmr's hcl o levels results collection day. i really really need that A1 so i can just forget about it but the way in which i rushed the end part of the compo... nvm we'll see soon! [EDIT sometimelater: omg. lets not talk about this]


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now we are so, so intrepid. the knowledge of all the drowned possibilities intoxicates us, overly so; unfairly so.

but oh! the cautiousness with which we used to proceed!